...in this space tomorrow, it's because I have the kind of sinus pain that's so weirdly knifelike and severe that I went to the dentist thinking that one of my rear molars must be disintegrating from the root. Nope. The wombat teeth are fine (although I just got the news that wombats are fat and ugly -- scroll down to the very latest entry to get the full story from someone named Nate), and I've seen the x-rays that prove it. It's all about this unshakeable cold and the strange new consequences of infection for which my body has, over the past few months, proven to be some kind of microbial proving ground.

By the way, it is possible to tell the sensation of watching George Bush trot out a bunch of half-truths on national television with an air of aggrieved hardworking-dad authority from the sensation of an overpressured maxillary sinus cavity pressing down like a boot on the nerve just above your right rear molar. But it requires a little work.

Incidentally, pain of all kind is relieved by the music of Metropolitan. Yeah, OK, my head still hurts while I'm listening to "Pakistan International." But I feel better about it.