My teeth feel funny

I HATE having cavities filled. Mind you, I'm perfectly well aware that as teeth problems go, mine really aren't that bad. (Although for 6 years of orthodontics, you'd think that my teeth would at least be straight, and maybe line up properly - wouldn't you?) This does not change the fact that I really dislike a) having my mouth go all numb b) the low-speed drill, with the noise and the vibration c) the high-speed drill, with the noise and the feeling that the high-pitched whine is boring into your skull and d) the not-quite-right feeling in your teeth after having people poking around in there and messing with bits of them. On the plus side my dentist is really nice (unlike my ex-orthodontist) and talks to me rather than over me or at me, and every now and then lets me know what she's doing in my mouth. This does not, however, change the fact that my teeth feel vaguely-but-not-quite sore.

The walk down-Hill was nice, even if it was marred by the fact that I had to stop in at every establishment that might possibly be hiring and ask if they hire students over the summer. I refuse to be stuck at the end of June with no summer job again.

I have acquired books!

I was at the library this afternoon, returning books and saying goodbye to my librarian. And I happened to notice that there was a crate of books next to her desk, and that the top one was The First Two Lives of Lukas-Kasha, and that it had one of those This Book Has Been Removed From The FLP stickers on its spine, meaning that it was en route to be sold for a quarter from the cart next to the circ desk. She noticed that I was eying it, and encouraged me to pick through the crate. To make a long story short, I acquired eight Alexanders and one Aiken, plus a Colfer from the cart downstairs. Apparently it's weeding time in the A's (although I was reassured that there are newer copies of everything; either on-shelf or on-order). And she wouldn't let me pay for any of them on the grounds that I'm a college student and therefore poor. That's all of $2.25, but I appreciate it.

And I was restrained. Considering the free space on my bookshelf, I did not bring home the nice old hardcovers of The Prydain Chronicles (No, I will NOT collect multiple editions of Prydain. My bookshelf isn't that big, and multiple editions of Tamora Pierce's stuff is bad enough. Even if my habitual book-browsing-and-rescuing means that I already have a good start on multiple paperback imprints of Prydain.) I did get some Vesper Holly, although I still don't have The Jedera Adventure. Ah well.

Books, books, books!