I woke up this morning anticipating a repeat of yesterday–a drugged haze of agony from which neither work nor coherency can derive.

Instead my jaw didn’t hurt at all.

Nothin’.

A mild twinge, now and again, no more–certainly not the sweet-jesus-this-is-the-worst-pain-I’ve-ever-felt pain of yesterday.

So now I am left with only one possible explanation. Yes, you guessed it–voodoo. Someone took the pin out of the voodoo doll, didn’t they?!

Somehow, Money Frog is behind this…