And it hurts like a bitch.
This journal will have quite a bit of whining and complaining because wah. My mouth is so freaking sore. And I never thought I'd say this, but I am tired of Mocha Frappucino ice cream. You never realize how much you take something simple like chewing your food for granted until you can't do it anymore. I miss real food. I can't even open my mouth wide enough to eat my ice cream with a spoon. I have to eat it with the back of a fork. >_< FFFFFFFFFFFF REAL FOOD. I WANTS SOME. Also coffee. I am having WICKED withdrawal.
So I bet you guys want some juicy embarrassing videos of loopy happy-gas antics. I'm sorry to say there aren't any, because I made sure nobody filmed me. But I will tell stories.
So when the surgeon heard how much I hate needles he prescribed an anti-panic pill for me to take an hour before the surgery. I thought that it would, y'know, make me all mellow and stuff. I was wrong. I started feeling a little weird and dizzy a little while after I took the pill, like I was drunk. And then I just got all sad for no reason and started sobbing in the car, and my mom was like "What's wrong?" and I was like "WAAAAAAAAAAAH IDUNNOOOOOOOOOOO!"
And then when I came out of the anesthesia I vaguely remember asking for all of my dead childhood pets. And apparently I kept saying I wanted to "see my fishieeeeeeeeeeeeeees" and moving my hands around like they were fish, and telling the nurse about all my old pets.
So for the past couple days I've been watching nonstop Disney movies. Dunno what I'm gonna do when I run out. >.> So far I've watched like... 20? It's nice having a working VCR.
Sorry about the lack of updates. I've been totally out of inspiration lately. Maybe I'll get around to my nuzlocke soon.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot!
and myself will be hosting a creepypasta panel at AFO this august, so if you're in the Orlando area August 3-5 come and say hi!
will be there too.
So now I will return to watching Disney movies and dreaming of solid food. TTFN!