I had my usual anxiety dream last night, in which I bite down on something and realize that I've bitten a piece of my tooth off, and that the rest of it has fallen out and I usually spit it out into my hand, and it's about the most recurrent nightmare I've ever had (this was the third or fourth time I've had it) but with a change- someone else was there and had me hand the tooth to them, and there was a real sense that it would be ok and they'd well, take me to the dentist. Still unpleasant, but nowhere near as bad. I guess my unconscious isn't quite as paranoidly anxious lately, or at least it can't keep that level of anxiety up for long enough. Or something. Maybe this is a good sign, and I won't grow up someday to be a neurotic Jewish grandmother someday.
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HUZZAH!
The Vortex
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Sorry, couldn't help myself.
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But that's me playing straight man. That said, sure it's funny, but one can see what the person who made that comment was implying under the jest. Makes it more bitter than funny...
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Leading envy?
HUZZAH!
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(and when eating at a Kosher Chinese restaurant in Queens once, I had a fortune cookie that read, "soon you'll be a Jewish mother, then everything you say will be right.)