Dead Fang

I made the mistake of eating popcorn, and broke a tooth on a popcorn hull.

An early-morning call on my dentist would seem to be in order.

UPDATE:  The call on my dentist proved to be mid-afternoon, but the results were pretty much what I’d expected.  Yes, I need a crown.  (Of course, I’ve always thought that . . . )

Since I’m out of town next week for the Nebula Weekend, I now have a temporary filling.  And my mouth feels weird.