Alright, I'm getting sick of this wisdom teeth business. It's been four days, and my breath stinks. My cheeks are still over an inch thick, and all of my teeth are really sore. Vicodin doesn't do shit! Whoever told you that is a liar. This mood swing thing is getting pretty old too. If I had a job, I would at least feel like I was contributing something. I am a lazy sloth who wakes up at 9 a.m. and because there is nothing to do, proceeds to take a nap at 11 a.m. Then it gets really pathetic. I wake up and take a shower, and watch lots of shows that nobody under 40 should be watching. Lots of design shows, cooking shows. And wedding shows. I'm a mess. |