There is no happy ending. 

I started watching a web series, or whatever you’d call a bunch of little shows on the web that a friend of mine is in.  Its called Wage Slaves and it’s well done and interesting.  I’ll have to watch them all before I can make any assessment, but I just want to scream at the main guy, “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE BITTER WITH AN MFA YOU SUBURBAN DOUGHNUT WRITER F*CK.”  Also, I only have my own story to go by, but there is no happy ending when you reach for your dreams.  Not at all.  Risk it all and you’ll lose it all and then where are you?  Kissing customer ass, that’s where. 

Don’t know where that came from.  Maybe I need more cheeseburgers in my diet. 

I’m not sure if I’m just completely losing my memory, but I don’t think going to the dentist was as traumatic as it is now.  I don’t remember them scraping so long on my teeth that I felt like a character in The Marathon Man or having them use an ultrasonic cleaner that not only hurts my teeth but also puts an insanely loud squealing sound directly into my skull.  My cleaning was at 8AM and my teeth still hurt.  I’m a big geek that flosses every single day and that still isn’t enough.  I’m too much of a goody-goody to avoid the dentist, but it’s becoming less and less fun.  This has nothing to do with my dreams, of course, because my nightmares usually involve ghouls and zombies and not sterile medical settings, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant.  No wonder it takes the promise of drugs to get some people into their dental appointments.