I'm going in to get my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, first thing in the morning. My dad will drive me there and back, because after the operation I'll be legally impaired. Hopefully for drug reasons, and not because of the extensive brain damage. Wait. That wasn't funny at all. I've depressed myself.
Today I went to Chapters in a desperate search for good-books-I-haven't-read, but they didn't have any of the SIX things I was looking for. And three of those were classics by H.G. Wells. BOYCOTT CHAPTERS.
I came home and ordered $60 worth of stuff from amazon.ca, to make up for it. Brown packages are speeding toward my front door even as I type, which is very cheering.
And hey, Narns, look at all the kittens in objects.
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God, I love getting packages in the mail. Packages = love.
Keeeten goood.
Post when you're smacked up on drugs! A good time will be had by ALL.
I missed my chance. But this is what that post WOULD have been like: I didnot even remember sleeping but they wok me and were all talking to me and I was "daed gome kay?" like Leeloo, and they said yes there was NO STICHING IN MY MOUTH. I came home drooled on the pillow and it was red.
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