All my upper teeth hurt like there's a little gnome in my sinuses tapping on the roots with a hammer. I'd be more concerned about the known and suspected cavities in that region if it weren't for the fact that there's another gnome banging on the bridge of my nose. God, I hate frontal boundary season.


Edit, 7:30 AM: The sinus gnomes have headed off to their day-job; unfortunately, now I'm too tired to appreciate it. Must check medicine cabinet for a metaphorical glue-trap to ward off a return visit from the wretched pests this evening...
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