I do not know what compells me to stay up. I have to get up at 7:45 AM tomorrow and have a run, then work. After: I have to drive to Philadelphia and meet with some people about some signatures and some money. Then I will come back and write. My past dreams of crippling teeth are coming true. Soon they will pull out another.
I too, will conquer and defeat all odds, like Fitzcarraldo.
The dental problems keep arising. Brush your teeth, friends.