December 13th, 2005



This morning when getting off the subway I saw a perfectly new carton of 2% milk tipped over with its contents in a puddle, all over the subway platform. I wanted to pretend-cry, but I didn't.

This afternoon I got my wisdom teeth out. All four. Or I "allegedly" got my wisdom teeth out. Basically I sauntered into a room where some doctor gave me an IV and I woke up an hour and a half later, feeling like someone had hit me in the face with a bat. I haven't actually checked to see if the teeth are gone because my mouth is (to use the technical term) "full of blood." He refused to show me the teeth he had "allegedly" removed because they were "medical waste and were all in pieces anyway."
I had heard several horror stories about wisdom tooth removal, the most frightening being that my friend Matt was put on drugs so strong he watched Spice World, enjoyed it, and was out of sorts long enough to go out and BUY THE DVD.
I worry about the frightening, mind-altering affects of these medications. This being said, I cannot be held accountable for my actions for at least the next 48 hours.