2004-09-25 - 8:53 a.m.
feels like there's a party in my mouth right now. a very wild rave/orgy kind of party where the walls don't stay up and there's major pain in the morning.
well, the pain part is in full gear right now. the wild party was last night, with the novocaine slowly wearing off. i spent the better half of last night arguing inanely with a friend, and then retired to the couch to watch colin farrell in the recruit.
i taxed my brain into overdrive trying to figure out the movie in my dozy state (i had just taken the painkillers, see) and continually trying to silence my squeeing mind which was randomly alerting myself to teh arms which were colin farrell's.
and to think. before that, i was gripping with white knuckles the dentist chair while the injections ran amok. the worse one was the roof of my mouth, which felt similar to eating a whole spoonful of wasabi. not the fake canned kind.
anyways, dad picked me up in front of burberry's, with me bleeding profusely in the mouth. this person on the street tried to stop me and get me to answer a survey while i was exiting dentist's office. me: "goddamit, i'm in a hurry!" in english. he backed off with a meek "sorry". afterwards, i wanted to apologize but i really was in a hurry to get home (massive ping-pong ball sized lump in my cheek was drawing curious/frightened/shocked/amused stares).
that said, i'm feeling sorry for myself right now. and nora's being in a foul mood and saying how me and sarah ignore him and that queen's wasn't THAT far away from toronto because after all, *he* drove eight hours from NY to get there. stop guilt tripping me already, dammit. i'm grumpy enough as it is.
