Thoughts while sitting in a waiting room

So, I'm sitting in a waiting room in the Beth Isreal complex waiting for Aries to get done with his doctor's appt. It's in the infectious disease dept. I'm not normally in a waiting room. If I am it's usually because there's something wrong with me. Now that it's not me, I think I'm even twitchier than not. Being surrounded by people who may or may not have an infectious disease severe enough to warrant being in the hospital twitches me out.  It's also quite a crowded waiting room. Lots of chatter adds to my fractured attention. The HVAC system is at a frequency that just really penetrates my brain.
But they have wireless. And I have some Buffy that I can watch, which is good given I could barely read LJ. I don't stand a chance at absorbing any of the Elizabeth Bear I'm reading.  

Not a pain slut. aka: dental visit

( Dental details. Read at your peril. )

But holy shit, my teeth are BEAUTIFUL-WHITE-OMG.