Just got my wisdom teeth out, yet I don't feel any less intelligent.

That's how it goes sometimes, I suppose. Last thing I remember was the nurse telling me how I was not going to fall asleep right away. How ironic.

So seriously, this whole "rip open my gums and pull my undeveloped teeth out" thing went a lot worse than I though it would. I've spend the last five days in the same clothes I wore into the oral surgeons office, and I've also showered three times. Solid food seems to be a distant memory of mine, unless you count Velveeta Shells & Cheese as solid, which I do not.

There has to be some good in there with the bad though, right? While I can admit it's been nice being out of school those last three everlasting days of the week, I feel as if I'm going incredibly insane. I'm sure it's going to feel a little 'different' when I go back to school and I actually have to socialize.

Percocet is an interesting drug. A word of advice: Don't take it before you get in the shower, unless you want to think about things that are not so easy to think about. I had thoughts going on in my head about issues I haven't thought about in my entire life.

A bad thing? Maybe not.

That was probably the only time I've actually come to terms with some somewhat recent personal misfortunes. Although I'm not saying it was easy standing there, the warm water pounding against my back as I stared at the wall thinking of a distant person long gone, it was marvelously satisfying. Why is it that these things are only brought to the surface in an unstable mental state? That's life, I suppose.