I don't really believe in Karma in the strictest sense. It tends to make me feel that I'm doing something in the expectation of getting something out of it. If I do something good or to help someone else, I do it because I'm a good person. If something bad happens to me, I don't immediately feel as if it's payback for something I did wrong.
Where's this coming from? I have a toothache and I'm leaving to go to my dentist. I will be violent like a crack addict when I get there, because I am in some amount of pain. It started before I left town earlier this week, but became "MAN" serious yesterday. I should have gone yesterday, but Action-Wife had a conference to attend at UCLA and I volunteered to tag along with her (yep, I'm Morgan Freeman, Miss Daisy). We got to have a coffee and zuccini muffin at Starbucks in the morning. I wandered around Westwood Village for a couple of hours and we had lunch at the Napa Valley Grill. I was in pain and popped a lot of Advil, but it wasn't "MAN" pain.
Today I am in "MAN" pain. I am going to the dentist. I hope he will give me drugs that might make me disoriented. If that is the case, I will blog my experience. I am past the point of rational thought. I am standing up and leaving. . .now!