I got my wisdom teeth cut out on Tuesday.
I'm puffy now. I look like a chipmunk and can't chew food well, not because it hurts but because I can't open my mouth very much to fit the food inside. I've eaten a lot of pudding, yogurt, applesauce, and soup.
Oh, and those Carnation Instant Breakfast things.
Today was supposed to be my peak swelling day, and I really hope that's true.
Evidently, when E went back into the operating room to help me out to the car, I was asking for pizza. I don't actually remember that.
I really want to learn another language, particularly Spanish. There's just something about the way it sounds that makes me think of love, strength, and independence.
I told M that I hadn't posted in awhile, and so I would tonight.
I hoped I would have something more profound to say. I want to say things that are meaningful, or entertaining, or interesting... but all I can think of is the fact that I've spent the past few days watching Scrubs, playing video games, and reading.
I idealize people too much. It's not healthy, and it leads to disappointment.
I really want to have lots of important things to put into the new planner that J got me for graduation, but there's nothing to put in there, yet.
I've been officially out of school for like three days and I already feel adrift.
TO COLLEGE: Get here already.
Why am I imagining Carla Espinoza's voice saying what I type?
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