Does it get better?

It's only trivial stuff, but the last straw proverb, like the Chinese water torture, does apply very accurately. In my case, a trip to the dentist took that role, as though the good news was I needed no more than a filling replaced, I was told I had to wait a week for them to have the time to do it! Bloody hell! That's half an hour for the dentist, and means they're totally booked for all but the odd emergency space and checkup till then. Obviously you've gathered I don't like the dentist- that meant I had more dental work in my life already than most families have in their whole lives put together. And no, I never get used to it. The psychological theory of 'flooding', which means you repeat the thing you don't like over and over until you get used to it is based on the philosophical theories of my grandma, and Freud would probably turn in his grave. So basically I have got over and got used to it now, as I know exactly what they're doing and it's not much.

Apart from that black cloud, I met another alleged alien abductee on Saturday, and just got through the preparatory stages and hope to have some more sessions. The week ahead is best ignored until it happens, there's nothing much beyond Tuesday written in pen in the diary but I can guess some of the possibilities. And there is something that could help, but past indiscretions stop me from saying it here. At the gym women keep arriving and the latest blonde tonight was stretching herself seductively on the mat for 15 minutes until her boyfriend came over and asked her how she's doing. Two years there and not a bite. Like fishing in the bloody bath really, or looking for gold in the garden. You can tell I'm still pissed off after the dentist, as there's little else of any interest happening for any balance. There's little I can do about it at the moment so I'm writing it here instead. I just saw a birthday card where a woman said to the dentist she'd rather have a baby than have a tooth out, and the dentist told her to make her mind up so he could adjust the chair. I know how she felt...