The Beauty of Being Numb

On Friday they removed my wisdom teeth. This, however, is no cause for alarm because I've been maintaining a strict regiment of various pills and wonderful other pharmaceuticals which have been legally provided for me during the course of my long recovery process. Coming out of sedation was one of the most beautiful feelings of my life, and it has made me question why I've never been interested in psychoactive drugs. Coming back to reality was somewhat a disappointment, but it was made better by the fact that the smallest things made me laugh my ass off. Hooray for nitrous oxide! For the rest of the day I was in a dazed stupor, and I ddn't get much sleep. The next morning (Saturday), we travelled to Shadyside where I GOT MY NEW IBOOK!!!. It is such a wonderful piece of macheriny; and, although it's not as fast as the omnipotent Powerbook, we're destined to become best of friends. Today is Sunday and my cheeks are beginning to swell slightly, but nobody can tell unless I point it out to them, which I have been doing consistently. The stitches are getting on my nerves, especially since I tried to brush my teeth this morning, but I have no fear because my dear old friend Percocet is standing by my side. In fact, I think it's time for another fix. Tah!