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It's been a weird week. My dental surgery on Tuesday resulted in a lovely black, bruised chin, which didn't start blossoming until Wednesday. By Thursday I looked like either a victim of domestic abuse or plastic surgery. The bruises are finally starting to fade a bit, but are still dark enough that I get "looks" wherever I go. I've documented the whole experience in living, ugly color photographs, but I have too much respect for my flist to expose you guys to the butchery. g*
The highlight of my week? Supernatural. Wow. I watched a certain scene online about six times before "officially" watching it with my husband. Strangely enough, no matter how many times I watched it I never got tired of the biceps and pecs. Whew! I'd have watched it more, but ran out of time at work. I'm seriously glad I was warned in advance, or my poor husband would have been swept away by the tidal pools created by my drool. I will never watch that show the same way again. LOL.
I don't have anything remotely interesting or funny to say. Vicodan has made me feel like I'm living in a wet paper bag for the last few days, which has made work an interesting prospect. When I stop taking it, though, I am in constant, throbbing pain and am an irritable bitch. Moreso than usual. LOL.
Ok, enough rambling. I don't really have anything of any consequence to say. I'll post more if anything interesting happens with my mouth or elsewhere in my life.
The highlight of my week? Supernatural. Wow. I watched a certain scene online about six times before "officially" watching it with my husband. Strangely enough, no matter how many times I watched it I never got tired of the biceps and pecs. Whew! I'd have watched it more, but ran out of time at work. I'm seriously glad I was warned in advance, or my poor husband would have been swept away by the tidal pools created by my drool. I will never watch that show the same way again. LOL.
I don't have anything remotely interesting or funny to say. Vicodan has made me feel like I'm living in a wet paper bag for the last few days, which has made work an interesting prospect. When I stop taking it, though, I am in constant, throbbing pain and am an irritable bitch. Moreso than usual. LOL.
Ok, enough rambling. I don't really have anything of any consequence to say. I'll post more if anything interesting happens with my mouth or elsewhere in my life.