I have a dent in my front tooth. I just noticed it today.

And it’s driving me nuts.

I am one of those weirdos who will wiggle a loose tooth until it comes out, pick at a scab (or a zit) until it scars, and take my toenail clean off because of a little hangnail. Ergo, I have never had long fingernails.

I simply cannot allow an abnormality to just exist. I have to make a crater out of a mole hill. Like the dog who licks the wound for so long that it gets infected and he has to wear that cone around his head because otherwise they’d have to amputate his leg.

So here I sit running my fingernail over the dent in my tooth again. and again. and again.

I wish head cones were a bit more chic.

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