Well, my four wisdom teeth are in the tooth afterlife. Or maybe in tooth limbo, because the toothfairy didn't get her hands on them. That's better anyway, because at this point in my life, a bottle of vicodin is much more valuable to me than a fucking quarter, which is all that the stingy little skank ever left me. I don't think I've ever been as scared as I was going into that room. The most terrifying part was, they didn't walk me through the process at all, and just strapped me onto an iv immediately. The next thing I remember, I was staring up at the circular white light above me, crying "is it over is it over is it over?" Apparently, I cried for the majority of the operation. Whooooops, sorry doctor.
Then i bled for a while, ate some chocolate ice cream, etc. Not bad at all.
Also, I finally saw David Lynch's Inland Empire a few nights ago. It's like, the scariest film I've seen in a very long time. I don't think I've ever literally cried out in fear when watching a movie alone. It's also completely brilliant, although mostly unintelligible, to me, at least. But I really loved it. The camera work and mis-en-scene and Laura Dern were all so so cool. Just don't assume that watching it alone in the dark will turn out okay, unless you're much braver than me.