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As I mentioned, I got my wisdom teeth out the other day, and I'm feeling surprisingly well. I can't quite remember if I was asleep at all while they were doing it, because I remember the dentist people talking about Lance Armstrong, and I knew they were doing stuff in my mouth, but I think there is a chunk of time missing there. But anyway, didn't feel a thing.

And why do you care, you may ask? Well, you probably don't. But, I'm a bit delusional and I think that some poor little child who is about to get their wisdom teeth out may decide to check Technorati and read about some other people's experiences. So, it is for you, my young friend, that I am writing this today. Although I know the vast majority of web surfers have not an inkling of care for what I am saying, I have an inkling of hope that I can reach one little person.

Look. This post was written two years ago. And what's this? It only recently got a comment. I reached that one person, I helped them with their problem. So I hold onto that hope that someone, somewhere, when you least it expect it… finds this blog entry and it makes them ever so happy.

Now then. My experience, overall, very good. Didn't feel a thing while they did it, but saw triple for a little while afterwards. They gave me valium or something, which made me cry a lot. Mainly because all this blood in my mouth and in the gauze and dripping all over was gross. And I know, too much information. But it was. They said that girls tend to get really emotional about after they give them the drugs, and I'm naturally an emotional person (or maybe just a drama queen at times), so I obviously freaked out a little. Or a lot. Depends who you ask.

The wonderful thing though, is the medicine. Now now, kiddies, I know the dangers of prescription medicine. Let's have a moment of silence…

Okay. This medicine is wonderful though. You know why? Because it's liquid. LIQUID! Wait, isn't medicine supposed to be in pill-form? Oh no no no, not for me! When I made my consultation appointment awhile ago, I mentioned I couldn't swallow pills. And what did they say? No problem! No problem, we'll give you the liquid kind. Great! Fantabulous! Seriously. I love it. Even the painkillers, which I thus far have had no use for, is also in liquid form. I'm in love with kid's medicine and I feel fine.

Now, I don't want to speak too soon. I mean, tomorrow I could wake up and feel like utter shit. But for now, life is good. I do feel like I have four little holes in the back of my mouth, but as long as I don't think about it, I'm fine.

And you know, it does give me an excuse to just laze around and watch my VHS tapes of "Charles in Charge". And eat Jello for breakfast, ice cream for lunch, and mashed potatoes for dinner. Just taking a break, you know? A break from what? Well, nothing really. But it seemed like the write thing to say. Or is that type? Well, of course it's type.

Now, what's this? I must be feeling hyper, as I'm sure you can tell. It's nice to be back on my computer again. I previously was just using my mom's laptop and spoke through Microsoft Sam for the first few hours, but really, not all that necessary. A good ol' "soif" now in then is always good for a chuckle, though.

Boy, those chocolate chip cookies look good, but alas, too tough for me. Ha ha, tough cookie, get it? Bwhaha! I was watching TV today and what did I see, but a bottle of Pringles. Oh, how I would like to have some Pringles. And then, on the infomercial, there was a quesidilla! And what did I think? MMM. And I've never even HAD a quesidilla, let alone know how to spell the darn thing! Seriously, if I ever had a quesidilla, I suspect I would hate it. But some real food sounds nice, you know?

Well, maybe just another Creamsicle…