Late in the game

As mentioned earlier, I just had my wisdom teeth out. Most people are genuinely surprised that I'm just now getting them out. I don't know when they came in - they are fully exposed, they caused me no pain, they weren't impacted or anything, so I had no reason to really take them out. Their position in my mouth made them difficult to clean well, though, and they began to rot. My first real inkling of this was when I could feel a hole in the side of my tooth.

So now that they're out, it hurts like heck. Dentist gave me a prescription for hydrocodone, and that stuff turns the pain into a distant memory, as well as sets me floating just a bit. I've taken 3 now, I think. The third one... well, they said to eat before taking them. I forgot to, for this last one. I was fine, at first... but slowly this sense of nausea built and built. Roomie gives me some chewable Pepto-Bismol tablets, I eat, I wait, I vomit. Don't you hate standing in front of the toilet, knoing that you'regoing to vomit, and you miss? Never done that? Good. Try not to.

I didn't exactly miss. Most of it got in. The rest, though, got on the floor, me, the wall. It was quite a lot, for one volley. I immediately felt better, of course. Such is the nature of things.

Anyway, I'm off to sleep now. The meds also make me drowsy.

Powerade saliva

At this moment I have next to me a large powerade bottle labeled Fruit Punch. What's in it even appears to be fruit punch. It is not, however. It is, instead, my blood-tinged saliva. Three hours ago I had my two upper wisdom teeth removed whole from my mouth - they were pretty nasty. Over the next couple of months I plan on spending a lot more money getting fillings and my lower wisdom teeth pulled.

Nitrous is good stuff. Made my face go numb. Then they gave me some bubble gum flavored gel to numb me for the real local anesthetic, delivered by needle. To the outside, I was fine. When he poked that needle into my soft palette, though, my eyes shot open, numb gums or no numb gums. That sucker HURT. Never really felt the teeth, though. Just some pressure, and the WRENCH that he stuck in there to get them out.

Spent the weekend at Bridget's parents' house, eating crawfish on Saturday and then hanging out on Sunday. Joe and Daisy came over (yay!) and we hung out some more. Twas a good weekend.

My mouth is starting to hurt. I may take one of my new pain pills.

Connection reset by peer

I've felt somewhat disconnected recently. It's hard to describe. Life just seems to be passing me by.

Went to Hackberry with Bridget's family, and had a blast. Stayed up until 7am playing poker. Bridget's family is a ton of fun. I wish we could spend more time with them.

We picked up Adam in Lafayette, after Bridget's cousin picked him up in New Orleans. We ate at Bennigan's, where my sister works - the food was great. My sister was having a rough night - she was in tears when we arrived, having been stiffed a tip on two tickets totalling about $150. So we cheered her up and left her with a nice hefty tip. I felt good, but also sad for my sister, working 2 jobs with three kids. I miss her sometimes.

Speaking of family, my brother pierced his lip with a nail. When asked why, he responded, "Because I couldn't find a pin." Well, I suppose you can't argue with that. I just wish he would smarten up and go back to school. Zack has taken the whole "teenage rebellion" thing way further than I expected.

The school is... well... the school. Student population is steady. Trent is back, and he's as limber and fast as ever. A bit rusty, maybe, but we'll whip him back in to shape. We've got the big Jackson throwdown coming up, so I'm trying to get students to come with me and experience some pain and learn a few things.

I need to run to class. ~poof~

(Wow, IRC. The title is a disconnection error common to dial-up users, especially ones who don't turn off call waiting. I used to ~poof~ when leaving IRC... I use it pretty frequently in IMs now, also... ahh... the good old days.)

Some hole in the wall...

So Thursday before class I was attempting a great Prince of Persia-like feat: running along the wall. I gave it like three tries, the third of which sent me flying across the room into a roll. But I made it like 3 whole steps!

After class, when everyone was gone, I was again goofing off, jumping and pushing myself off of a different wall. Jump-push-flyyyy... Wow. Made it pretty far. Let's try again. Jump-push... well, damn. My foot is in the wall. Wait a second...

MY FOOT IS IN THE WALL?!

Sure enough, I put my foot through the wall of the conference hall. Jay was a little pissed, but not overly so. Said they would get it fixed. Course, Friday for class it was still there.

We're kind of tossing around the idea of buying Charlie's dad's truck. He said his mom would let it go pretty cheap; the "how cheap" part is what we really need to know. Has about 130,000 miles on it, '91 model year... we'll see. Gonna go over some stuff with Bridget's dad first. Would be nice to have another vehicle.

I love fountain pens

But I don't love them this much.

I did, however, just buy a Parker fountain pen. I really do like fountain pens. I had a Pilot Varsity fountain pen, basically a disposable fountain pen. When it ran out, I was sad, and looked around for a real one - fountain pens can be expensive. And no store in town carried one!

Then I found one in the campus bookstore one day when I had some free time and was just wandering around. Came with blue ink, unfortunately - I much prefer black. But it's still cool.