That's what my dentist tells me half way through yanking out my four wisdom teeth this morning. Good times. Good times. Apparently, they were all "hooked" so he had to crack all but one of them to get them out. Let me tell you, it's hard to obey the nurses' recommendation to "relax" when there's some dude standing over me sticking hammers, chisels, drills, and pliers in my mouth and I can hear the crunch of the tooth breaking apart as he strains to pull it out. Delightful. The novacaine is going to wear off really soon. That's when the vicodin better kick in. Oh yeah. I got myself some vicodin. Easily the best part of the entire procedure. That and the nitrous. The nitrous was pretty dope too. And the fact that I'm spitting up blood all over the place. That's moderately neat. Still, I think I'm going to be pretty miserable. And my chipmunk mouth is going to keep me from Trackstar's dirtyhotmessengerboys calendar photoshoot tonight. Somebody come over and make me a cheeseburger smoothie or something.


Oh, and yes, I rode my bike to and from the Dentist.