And these last few weeks I was particularly envious of a certain 007 heavy with a really great set of teeth. Of titanium, I think.
It turned out I had a cracked molar, and infection had set in. I had to have it pulled. It was like -- well, pulling teeth. Then I spent the rest of the day a little fog-headed on painkillers.
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I was not.