Vodka infused ice cream
06/30/2005
I can’t feel my tongue. Or bottom lip. I tried to stickout my tongue and ended up pouting.
The Dr. said I was all set to go home, but I’m here and an awful lot of blood is dripping out of my mouth and down my throat.
I’m giving it four hours before I call the practice and make them fix the bleeding.
I think that there is a purple cow following me. I swear there was one when I woke up.
Off to make a mintchocchip milk shake with a health does of vodka, my pills will be here in an hour, until then I must enact the preemptive vodka strike to stave of pain.
On a side note, I am well into a book on the basics of HTML, XHTML and CSS because I am tired of other blogs having the same template. I am going to try to mess around with it over the next few days and see if I can come up with something that is all about me.
Peace out, oh and if you’re in Boston in the next two days, I know a girl with drugs and booze and she not afraid to mix them and she’s big into the sharing, you should totally look up her crib.