The worst time to have dental problems are around the holidays, and of course my good friend Mr. Murphy ensures that I do not escape that law. Having just moved and finally got the apartment into a reasonable shape for guests to come over, my teeth decide to go all British on me. It was the longest weekend ever and not much better for anyone around me. Thankfully we all survived and now I’m on some heavy painkillers and have the energy to edit some pictures. I found an old and cheap fisheye/macro lens that I got with my first Canon SLR, so I taped it to my 24mm lens and shot some pictures of the fam fam.
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