Her: Let's get going to see the dentist.
Me: OK, just lemme grab my keys. (sound of cloth ripping) Um, I think I just ripped my pants.
Her: (shakes head) I'm going to wait upstairs.
Had my second root canal today. If you're contemplating getting one, reconsider. They are not nearly as fun as you might imagine. Visit three of nine.
Know what you never wanna hear your dentist say? Well, that's unusual. That's what y'never wanna hear your dentist say.
Assistant: Do you want more novocaine?
Me: (muffled) God yes.
Actually been sleeping better, what with the quantity of drugs in my system. But when I'm not, I'm reading Outliers. Probably his best book - and I liked the other two. Y'should read it. We'll discuss when I'm not so cloudy.
Saw my mom for dinner.
Her: You're coming home for dinner? (thinking) I'll make oatmeal then.
Me: NO MORE OATMEAL!
Instead, had rice gruel and 10,000 year old egg. So. Painful. Least it wasn't oatmeal. To add insult to injury, evidently washing down vicodin with rum is strongly discouraged. Which means I gotta choose which pain reliever I love more.
Me: ...sorta felt like a hammer slamming into my tooth...
Brother: (interrupting) Y'know, using the words hammer and tooth in the same sentence results in, one would say, dubious enjoyment potential.
On the plus side, I'm gonna see me some Fleetwood Mac tonight. But first I gotta prep breakfast.
Two guesses what I'm having.
Music: sings a song Sounds like she's singing oooh baby
YASYCTAI: Eat more oatmeal - (a) because why should I be only one that has to and (b) it's good for you. Keep telling yourself that. (50 mins/1 pt)