My wisdom tooth started bothering me on Saturday; it's gotten worse since then. I'm visiting a dentist for the first time in six years next Monday. I fear for my life. I would like it if someone would sneak up behind me with a heavy object around 4:15, clobber me over the head and drag me to my appointment by 4:45.

I miss Steve Irwin and I'm dreadfully sad about his death. I can't pass any television channel if there's anything remotely related to him airring. I sit and watch, completely stunned by the fact that he's gone. It's weird to think someone so full of life and passion has died. On the flip side of things, he has left behind this incredible legacy for Terri, their children and anyone who ever watched, met or came across Steve. While I won't get to met him, it is still a goal to visit the crocodile park in Australia some day.