Dude. My hands are huuuge.

And my wisdom teeth are sitting on my kitchen table, wrapped in gauze. They gave them to me. It's kind of creepy. Mainly because the last time I lost any teeth, they were my baby teeth, without roots to speak of, so these look sort of like alien growths that were delving deep into my jaw, possibly to set up a colony or lay eggs.

Sooooo... yeah. For a while most of my face was numb and I was stoned as hell. I found this state of affairs fascinating and wrote a long post about it, while my face got not-numb. Then I noticed I hurt, so I took some of the codeine, and got high in slightly different fashion. The kind where I could feel my lips. Finally I realized all these drugs were only entertaining to me, so I'm keeping the entry short.

Seriously, this sucks. I feel sick, which I think is attritutable to the codeine, on top of the whole "there are holes in my jaw! And sutures!" thing. I thought drugs were supposed to be fun. I mean, granted, better than doing this without painkillers...

Damn. I got rid of the Hyatt icon.

I can't spell attributable and I don't feel like trying.