Before you read anything I have to say, you need to go watch this video on Four Four. Warning: It goes on autoplay, so if you aren't prepared to watch and hear the madness immediately, don't click the link. But please, as soon as you can, click it. That's some cracky madness for you! (Not the top thing—scroll down!)
I spent much of last week in a vicodin-induced haze. I had a big ugly dental surgery on Monday that involved ferrying myself back and forth between dentist and periodontist a couple times. Once with a bloody mouth and a bunch of missing front teeth. Pretty, right? I was being sawed and yanked and stitched and fitted for four hours. To the tune of $5500. And that's the cheap part of this whole debacle.
I'm not exactly vain, but this thing threw me. I basically holed up inside my house until Saturday night. For the first few nights, I wouldn't even sleep in the same bed as my boyfriend because I just felt so gross. Though my friends say the results of the surgery aren't noticeable, I'm still very self-conscious about it. I also have a brand new lisp, though I'm working on getting rid of that.
So I don't really have much of interest to share. I don't know about you, but when I'm on painkillers, I just kind of become a human "duh." I knew it was bad when I watched Dr. Phil two days in a row.
Oh, I don't know if I told you this, but I started a new blog called Judy Likey. It's just a bunch of things, people, colors, whatever, that I like(y). I thought it would lift my dismal mood a little and it has.