Have you ever had a male dental hygienist?

I had my teeth cleaned yesterday. I had my new hygienist, Debbie, who is either some sort of genius in her ability to clean my teeth without ever reminding me that there are sharp metal objects in my mouth, or totally incompetent. I've looked in the mirror, so I guess I'll go with the first. However, during the cleaning, I kept asking her to go back and scrape some more. Somehow, I don't feel like it's a complete dental check-up until someone's jabbed into one of my nerves. I feel dissatisfied unless I've been through some amount of pain before we get to the floss; I feel somehow guilty. I mean, I know the shape my teeth are in -- I know I deserve some sort of punishment. I don't think I'm particularly masochistic, but get me in a dentist's chair and I start feeling a need for contrition.

Anyway, tonight being Tuesday, it is my sacred duty as a LiveJournalist to offer my thoughts on Buffy:

( Thoughts on 'End of Days' )

I won't be updating my journal for the next few days, but don't worry about me: I'll be happy. Very happy, if you know what I mean and I (considering that this LJ has a readership of at most eight and possibly as few as one) think you do.