what may or may not be hard reality

My teeth have moved over night. Like, actually moved. I woke up this morning, and my upper and lower jaw teeth were no longer aligned, and I can't bite down properly. It's terribly disturbing. Doesn't hurt, or anything, it just doesn't fit at all. When I bite down my teeth touch in two places, the very front (where the upper front teeth feel like they're too far back, and therefore the lower front teeth doesn't fit behind them), and the third molar on the right on, just two of the tips brushing, where I'm pretty sure they didn't use to. Yesterday I could grind my teeth, if I felt the urge. I kinda wanna blame the fact that I flossed last night, something I'm really terrible at and usually forget, but last night I did, and now my teeth have moved. Suggestions, anyone? I hate having to go to the dentist, it's expensive, and they never do anything anyway.

Quote of the Day:
Lindsay: "[Bla bla bla murder]"
FBI dude: "You sound like you're reading from a phone book."
Lindsay: "You want an interpretive dance?"
~Lindsay Boxer - Women's Murder Club - 1x10 - FBI Guy

Bwahaha!! (partly at the title of the episode, partly at the quote.)

Other than that, the latest episode mostly made me sad.

I don't much appreciate Lindsay on the verge of breaking. I would love it if it were fanfic, but having to actually witness it makes me a bit uncomfortable. Still, though, it made me care for Lindsay (and per association, the show) all that much more.

I adored the little bonding moment between the ladies at the end. However, I did not like Jill's last line. I mean, sure, she's right, they gave up and Lindsay didn't, but I'm not entirely certain that not giving up was the right thing to do. There are unsolvable cases, and I don't think it's healthy to keep pictures of them all over your attic. Even cops have to accept their limitations. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But some day. Or maybe that's why they're cops, and I'm not, because they don't give up?

Anyway, I would have *loved* it if Jill went with "Hey. Hey! Hey, she's telling us now. Let's go from here."

Also adorable? The little Heather/Lindsay scene in the bathroom. Oooh, that was sweet. But seriously? The guy doesn't get to decide if the wife takes his name or not. Oh, hell no. If she doesn't like it, then he just has to live with that, or he can take her name if it's so important to him. UGH. That said, Lindsay's little speech was sweet, and I loved their interaction. (I wonder how I can make them have sex in fanfic?) (Also; hell no would I give up my last name for *anyone*.)

Claire/Lindsay is still my pairing of choice.

Then I read Tammy Lynn Etheridge's post about the rules of nature, and got even sadder. She has a way with words, that one.

However, then I saw the Best. L Word. Picture. Ever. It's from the party on Sunday, and it's the Best. Ever. Srsly.



And then head over to Queerty (where I found this one!), AfterEllen, or DorothySurrenders to see some more!