Day Three
i consulted with my oral surgeon today. i do not know why, but i was forced to watch a video explaining all the risks of removing my wisdom teeth. Risks, which, of course, were not worth cancelling the surgery for. Why does telling someone that you might be fucking them up change the fact that you also wrongly told them it was safe?
standardization of medicine is a pretty ridiculous idea.
Regardless,
I my found my giga pet. It annoyed me and I removed the batteries after eight hours.
My sister realized we could hook up basic cable in our rooms, so i sacrificed the tablespace on top of my shitty bookcase and put my tv there.
i'm pissed because i can't hook my n64 up to it.
My mother told me to take the Christmas lights off the crab apple tree, but I refused, telling her I wasn't allowed to leave the house.
She also told me to clean my car, but I had been meaning to do that anyway, so i did. i found a few nugs, though i am unsure when i will be able to put them to use.
But most importantly, i was allowed visitors today. It truly lifted my spirits to see my friends again, and especially to see her. i know one day i'll be out in the world with all of them again. i know one day i'll be free.