Next time I get my wisdom teeth out I'm getting a book to read

Allison came over Friday night I think it was, it could have been thursday but I was kinda drugged. Anyways she came over and I opened the door. The first thing she did was laugh. It's ok. I would have laughed too if I wouldn't have started bleeding in my mouth. To explain this to you I looked like the white version of fat Albert. Hey, hey, hey.

When I woke up from my surgery I called the nurse beautiful. Then I think I realized what I said and asked her, "Did I just call you beautiful?" She said, "Yes." Then I asked her if she was the one who did my surgery. She said no. Which to that I said, "That's a relief, I was a little worried because you are the only one in here." After I said some other things that I don't remember, tried to stand and then fell back on the chair and then finally walked out. I remember telling my parents that I called the nurse attractive. Then I said, "The funny thing is, she wasn't that attractive." What does this all mean? According to my drugged self, the only real reason I go to caribou is because the girls are so cute. This may be true. Man, I wish I could get drugged often so I could learn all this stuff about myself that I didn't know.

So I watched tv for probably a grand total of 48 hours in the last 72. And that is a generous estimate. I hate tv, but really it takes so much effort to try to think of something to do that watching tv really is the best thing to do. Today was actually the worst I felt because I went off the meds. The only thing worse than getting off the medicine would have been not taking the medicine only to feel a ripping sensation in your jaw everytime you opened it a centimeter. But it's almost over now, I think i'll be almost back to normal by tomorrow. I'll post pictures of myself sometime in the near future. Kudos to Allison and Pat for visiting me. To the rest of you, you suck.