Dentists and exams

There's always something comforting and yet oddly annoying about going for a check-up at the dentist and not having any holes. On the one hand, it's cheaper, takes less time and is generally nicer than having holes, but on the other hand, it feels like a complete waste of 85 dollars. I mean, I could have had food for a week (or almost a week), or at least gone out and partied this weekend. Instead I spent the money on some guy looking into my mouth, telling me it's all okay in there.

Why am I telling you this now, you ask. Well, I'm here at school, waiting for a woman from the foreign office to call me back, and basically I've got half an hour to kill and nothing to do. Or, that's not completely true. I could be reading. I'm just not.