I'm currently pacing around my apartment, glaring and flicking my tail like a cat's who's glad to be out of her carrier but still pissed by recent treatment at veterinarian hands and quite unsure if she's ready to trust again or even be happy because what's the fuckin point if there are things like root canals in this world. If you see what I mean. That was easily one of the more miserable dental experiences of my life.

I am assuming the macho thrill of having survived and being DONE will begin soon, as will my thankfulness at the (relatively-speaking) pain free period of modern dentistry I am lucky enough to live in. For now, though...I hiss. And go back and sulk in the corner of my carrier.