Teeth, Pies and Other Sundries.

Second extraction went even faster than the first.  It's... glorious.  My left ear hasn't felt this un-fucked-up in forever.  And as much as I was terrified I'd look like I had meth-mouth, it's unnoticeable unless someone were to deliberately inspect my teeth.  Will definitely work to keep the rest of them in good condition.

Also- after rewatching Sweeney Todd with my buddies, I went home, found a recipe for hot-water pie crust, and went at it.  I have made meat pies, and will continue to do so- it's so stupidly easy!  And you get a sturdy, portable food out of it!

I need to find a market, get sanitation certification, and find cheap inspection-passing kitchen-space to rent.  People seem to like the things I make, and I like making them.

Ugh.

If ever there was a film to remind you you had daddy issues...

Now I *like* my dad. I wouldn't trade him for anyone in the world. But The Wrestler plays on notes I wish I didn't know I had.