I just made it back from the dentist, where I had a root canal finished. Not fun, by the way, and I don't recommend them. Brush those teeth kiddies!
Anyway, before my head totally clears, let's try to capture a few of my gas'd up thoughts.
Whenever I have gas at the dentist, it seems like I experience some kind of rippled, echoing effect. Similar conversations take place in the hallway with other patients, and repeating thoughts occur to me. Trains of thought that only happen when I'm under the gas.
I wish I would take some means to write down everything as it happens in my head; most of it is like a dream after waking. It fades away quickly leaving only a few lingering impressions.
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