You may think I'm talking about WYSP (and, yeah, I kind of am, but that's a whole other bunch of posts), but I'm also talking about something that will affect me more physically: I'm getting four wisdom teeth cut out of my face on Wednsday, at, like, eight in the morning because that's when the specialist is in. I'm not going to be up or anything: They're giving me Novacain and gas, which pretty much ensures that Dad will be carrying me from the car to our apartment (in our "apartment community"--that still cracks me up every time) like Darry carried Ponyboy from their car to their house in The Outsiders after they all hugged and cried in the hallway of the hospital after the church fire (Rent it).
This is my final post before then. Wish me luck!
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