The tooth is winning. I didn't sleep any last night. I was up and down all night, trying to deal with the pain. What perfect timing. It couldn't do this earlier in the week when I could have done something about it. It had to wait until Saturday, when U.S. Xpress is expecting me to leave. Mara has been calling around trying to find someone who will take me to have this damned thing pulled, but no one is open. She left three messages, so we're hoping someone will call back. I don't know what to tell U.S. Xpress. Given the lengthy downtime while the truck was in the shop, if I don't go out today it just might be tantamount to a resignation. But irregardless, I don't know how I could possibly drive if I was in such pain that I couldn't get any sleep. I'm between a rock and a hard place here.