Chipped a tooth

Sometime between 8AM and 3PM yesterday, I chipped my front tooth. There's no negative space when I smile or anything, the tooth itself maintains its sleek perimeter, but when I run my tongue over it I can feel a declivity with sharp edges on the surface of the enamel.

Dang, it's my GOOD tooth, too!

After I'd gone through all this trouble to pre-cook a week's worth of super-soft food for my lunches: cooked squash, shredded barbecue chicken, cheesy grits. There's so much to do in the office with the graduation ceremony coming up, who has time to chew? And I know I should immediately make an appointment to go see a dentist and get it spackled before something worse happens to it, but watch me--just WATCH me--decide that the old chomper can take one more for the team for now.