Bzzzzt! Pick, pick, scrape, scrape.

Today I went to the dentist. Dr. Tim is an affable man, but it's difficult to make conversation with a mouth full of cotton. I tried to talk NCAA basketball with him, but really, I was drooling from the novocaine and my school was a bunch of Div. III geeks. I had nothing to contribute whatsoever, except a snort of disdain for Duke advancing.