Light A Candle

So tomorrow I'm going under the knife. Or, more accurately - the drill. I'm having my wisdom teeth removed! Hooray!! Stop being so jealous of my extra-curricular activities.

In preparation for this delightful event, I have filled the 4 prescriptions the doctor gave me (4!!!), and bought as many mushy foods as I could find within a 2-block radius of my apartment. My laziness will undoubtedly come back to bite me in the ass as I enjoy my third meal of applesauce and tomato soup.

Because I'm being knocked out for the extraction, I had to promise to have a friend who would be able to come get me at the doctor's office and take me home. This policy is to ensure the safe travels of the patients - in theory. Though I'm sure it has more to do with a desire to not have a waiting room full of half-drugged patients coming out of the haze and demanding to know where their childhood pet is or insisting that they can fly.

My dear friend Dani will be picking me up and escorting me home tomorrow, and I will try to be extra crazy to make it worth her while. I'll be filling my pockets with confetti and silly string and memorizing all of Michael Douglas' lines from "Falling Down".