Tell you what, I've grown some awesome plates of mould in my time. Also there may or may not be in my fridge some old not-quite-empty bottles of milk, or possibly yoghurt, which I ought to find a nosepeg and do something about any day now.

Okay, so, my awesome thing was suddenly thinking on Tuesday night, "Hey, how about I actually make that dentist's appointment I've been putting off for ten years?" and on Wednesday morning actually doing it. And, moreover, discovering that it's actually only been six years. (It's not like I'm afraid of the dentist, it's just that the thought of the inevitable discomfort, financial investment, and guilt-tripping fills me with I NEED TO READ ALL THE LOLCATS. RIGHT NOW.) Having an appointment is rather soothing and also slightly surreal.