At 09:30, I was filling out paperwork at the oral surgeon's office. By 11:30 or so, I was home, having lost a little weight -- whatever three wisdom teeth weigh, that is.
Now, it's a little before 5 pm, and my mouth does not feel very good. I suppose that's what I expected, but I feel like whining anyway. So: I will. Waa-a-a-a-aaah, waa-a-a-a-aaah, waa-a-a-a-aaah!
Yeah, I've got pain pills. But this is serious. I think I'm going to have to hit the crack pipe for a while. Oh, yeah. That should just about do it.
Signing off now ...