An Intellectual Dead Zone
After a full week of rest, drugs and the occasional fit of sobs, I'm finally feeling more like myself. Unfortunately, without my Wisdom teeth, I've become a bit of a dolt. Get this: the most intellectual thing I did yesterday was watch the E! True Hollywood Story on the Dukes of Hazzard. That's the not the worst part. The worst part is that I found it riveting.

I've been back to work for odd hours here and there for the past two days. I left early today because, hey, it's Friday for the love of God and I don't feel well. It'll be just me and my assistant in the office again starting Monday so I've got be ready for anything. And I do mean anything. My day job sucks.

Moment of Weakness
I had a bit of a meltdown this morning. I called my mom to ask her if she remember how long it took my brother and sister to recover from Wisdom teeth extraction and the second I heard her voice on the phone I started crying. And then I couldn't stop. I was literally crying to my mommy. I was just so fed up with the pain and frustrated with the healing process that I snapped. It was nuts. Like any good mommy though, she talked me down off the ledge, gave me some good advice and I felt better.

Work tomorrow is still up in the air. If it happens it will only be for half a day. I can't deal with a full eight hours just yet.

I'm secluded up in our attic so that I don't give Kevin the hideous cold I've caught as a result of my immune system being down. The futon is a mess of magazines, wadded up Kleenex, glasses half-full of water, the phone, some dvds, some cds, a pillow, and a quilt I made in high school. It's very college-dormy. But not in a comforting way. Sigh. So, there you have it. Day four. Thanks for those of you who left comments. I love my girls.

I Got Cocky
When I wrote that last entry I was flying high on pain killers and feeling pretty good. Well, since then, I?ve taken a hit. My face is swollen to twice its normal size. I have to ice my jaw every twenty minutes. I haven?t showered since THURSDAY. Why? I just can?t find the energy. The Percocets are gone and I?m on just a regular anti-inflammatory. The problem is that I?ve caught a nasty cold as a result of my immune system being a little preoccupied with the teeth thing. So, on top of the swelling pain in my jaw, my sinuses are under attack. I?ve got green snot flying everywhere and a mound of Kleenexes nearby the size of Mount Rushmore. Life is not so good.

Percocet Rules.
Well, the teeth are out and safely secured in a little plastic baggie-type thing. One is actually smaller than the other. Not at all what I was expecting.

Also, my mouth and throat are swollen so that I can't really talk. I CAN take pills and that's a wonderful thing. They recommend taking the pain meds every six hours. I've been taking them every three. After all, I'm not drinking and I'm going anywhere, so what's the big deal?

As a result of my self-prescribed regime of drugs, it's been a very pleasant, if hazy, day. I watched the first six episodes of Sex and the City (season five), which I'd never seen before. I love Charlotte and Harry. I love Miranda and little Brady. I even love horny Samantha. Carrie still annoys me. Even high on the drugs. Figure that.

Ten Things We Should Be Worried About Other Than Gay Marriage
1.) $521 billion dollar deficit.

2.) HIV/AIDS research

3.) Homeless/Poverty

4.) Crimes against women and children

5.) Health care for every working American

6.) Welfair system

7.) Social Security

8.) Prison system

9.) Global warming

10.) Pollution

Perhaps this sounds ridiculously idealistic, but if two people love each other enough to commit their lives to one another and wish for it to be legal, isn't that a good thing? Shouldn't we want more of that?

Just wondering....

Success!
I changed the format a little and now look! Two Spiders! And you can even see him!

The only problem is that the links are navy bluish and you can't really see THEM. I'm going to work on this problem, but for now - YAY!!!

Marriage
This has been causing so much controversy of late that I feel it warrants some comment here. The trouble is, I'm nowhere near as coherent or eloquent as this guy. So check it out. He makes a lot of sense.

More Work
You know, I don?t know when I hate work more, when there?s nothing to do and I?m bored out of my mind, or when we?re slammed with work and my head is ready to spin off from the stress of it all. Either way, I guess the point of this is to regurgitate something that I think we?ve already established: work sucks.

Oh, and Donald? Jaba the Hut called. He wants his look back.

Two More Things
First, today is my friend Vickie's birthday and she's in England right now teaching music to rugrats. Hi Vickie! Happy 25!

Second, I wanted to mention that I'm getting my Wisdom teeth out this Friday at 8:45am. I'm telling you so that you'll know that I will finally stop complaining about it soon and so that you know why I might not post Friday, Saturday and Sunday. All two people who read this will be disappointed, I know, but buck up, little campers. I'll be back on Monday.

Yay!
Patricia gave birth to a boy last night at about eight in the evening! Congratulations!!

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For those of you who watched the Screen Actor's Guild Awards Red Carpet on E, I have one question: is Lance Bass the dumbest man alive?

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Sex and the City was great. No one expected it to end in Paris and of course it didn't. Sam is in love, Mir gives love, Char gets a baby, and Carrie gets Big, er, John. They finally gave him a name and I think "John" only appropriate. Heh.

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Finally, I'm really bummed that Spider is getting all covered up with the list of entries. I'm either going to have to take him down or think of another way to display him....suggestions are always welcome.