The sixtieth day of the year and I spend it in the dentists' office, discovering that yet again, I have managed to defy normalcy by the literal skin of my teeth which are seemingly quite healthy yet painful as hell nevertheless. Possibly one is cracked. Possibly there's an abscess starting. Or, possibly, and this is the one I want you to go out and sacrifice a goat to the deity of your choice for, it is just a weird thing that will go away all on its own. Who knows? I have weird teeth. I have always had weird teeth and possibly I may even have bored you at some point with the story of the weirdness of my teeth.