Posting has been sparse around here, but I’ll update you later this week on a few awesome things, like house shows, family visits, roadside attractions, and a new non-profit organization that I am supporting. But first, I have to recover from getting my wisdom teeth extracted. My procedure happened this morning around 10 a.m., and so far I’ve learned a few things:
- Laughing gas is awesome.
- My sub-conscious mind is really concerned about Billy Joel’s shrinking fan base.
- My boyfriend is a great caretaker.
- Getting mouth surgery is a fail-proof diet.
As soon as I got into the car after my procedure, I called my friend Mike and asked him to please listen to Billy Joel’s 52nd Street album. I told Daniel that if Mike dies without liking Billy Joel, it’s going to be a tragedy. Then I called my mom and asked her if Bob Barker is still alive. I’ve been napping all afternoon, and eating applesauce and mashed potatoes.
No pain yet, and the bleeding has stopped, too. I don’t want to jinx this, but I think this whole ordeal has gone as well as possible.
