Me, I need to check e-mail, check journals, and then get dressed and go to the dentist. Yuck. One of the the worst things about being a grown-up is that you do these things to yourself. While I'm sitting in that chair, in pain, I can't even blame my mother for making me go. *I* made me go. Sigh.
I also made me *need* to go, by neglecting my gums. Screwed both ways, and nobody to blame but me. Isn't that the saddest thing you ever did hear?