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Toronto Wisdom6 November 2004 "Are you visiting Canada for business or pleasure?" the customs agent asked. "I'm here to get my wisdom teeth pulled." I replied. She nodded, moved to tick a checkbox, then stopped, unsure which one to pick.
But otherwise the procedure was almost a non-event. Four teeth out, some soreness afterwards. I'm starting to actually like the taste of salt water. I wonder what to do with the unopened bottle of Tylenol 3. While recuperating I'm spending some time in Toronto. Officially I'm here to demonstrate a robot at a local exposition. But since it seems to be running very reliably, I'm able to slip out and look up friends whom I haven't seen in a while. So far the results are mixed; three have died, one's had a baby. |