Evita never had it this bad, so go ahead and cry for me Argentina
So, I am still at work because I am trying to get a few things cleared off my desk before I go under the knife…or pliers. I am not really sure what tool or implement of dental destruction is going to be used on my Wisdom teeth and I do not really want to know.
Be prepared for some drugged blogging.
Here’s the thing, I may have said that I am one part wimp and three part percocet lover, but the truth is I am a touch scared about waking up with less in me than when I went to sleep. Call me a baby or wimp, but there is a (totally irrational) fear that I AM GOING TO DIE.
Okay, breathing deeply. Nothing to see here; move along, there is no girl here FREAKING THE FUCK OUT.
I should never have watched that MTV show where some kid gets his face done like Ricky Martin. There was blood and moaning and a puffy face and OH GOD, SOMEONE GET ME A PAPERBAG.