Fucking Mets.
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
When my alarm went off this morning I was dreaming that someone was insulting my shoes.
Fucking Mets.
Santana?
Yep.
I know.
I get my tooth implant today! The "implant" is just the titanium screw that gets permanently embedded in my jaw which NO IS NOT FREAKY AT ALL. After it heals for 3-4 months, then I get a crown to finish it.
So this is the day I become a cyborg. (A zombie/cyborg, really, because of the powdered cadaver bone they used to build up my own bone after the tooth was pulled.) I assume I'll need a couple of days to get used to it, but by Monday I should be able to RULE THE WORLD.
Gluten-free pastries will be an acceptable tribute.
Because I told the dentist I was going to have the jitters about the procedure, he prescribed me 2 Halcion to take an hour and a half before the procedure. I took them about half an hour ago, and everything is starting to feel melty around the edges. Or my brain is. Woo.
The dentist told me I probably won't even remember the procedure, which kind of freaks me out, since I'm such a control freak and want to know what's going on at all times. But for the most part I'm good with it.
Tim gets to drive me. I told him to write down any nonsense I say so that I can preserve it on the internet later.
Good luck -- though you won't need it. The procedure is mostly like, well, screwing in a screw, but Very Sterile-y. And, of course, In Your Mouth.
I welcome you to the ranks of Cyborgs!
I did the zombie part but never did get around to the cyborg upgrade.
Tim gets to drive me. I told him to write down any nonsense I say so that I can preserve it on the internet later.
It's good to plan ahead.
Man, I wish I were a zombie cyborg.
But NOT a werewolf -- that little girl in the commercial has convinced me. Too hot!