Me, of course. Night before last I dreamed I was being chased around by an undead Megan Fox. She was wearing a cheerleading uniform, and she was pissed. I know what you're thinking, "No more Jennifer's Body before bed." But I'VE NEVER SEEN IT. I don't even like her that much. I mean, she's very pretty, and I liked her in
love the way you lie, but the girl can't act. She is really pretty though, really really pretty.
So anyway, my first thought in the morning was "Get the f*ck out of my bed, zombie Megan fox." It made for an interesting morning.
In other news, I made my appointment with the oral surgeon. It's not till the 21st, and I've got work the next day (maybe I can get it off though). Anyhow, I'm pretty nervous, but I think I can handle it. My first year in high school, I got six teeth pulled at once, (f-ing braces), and I'm alot tougher now. This should be cake, right?
Right?
Silver lining though, I'm might go to see
Ben Sollee on tuesday...he's beyond amazing. But he's coming back in May, he'll be at evanston and Schubas, both of which I know how to get to (and where to park). Yeah, that sounds good. Here's a video of his, featuring his painfully adorable son, Oliver. It's like, a metaphor and stuff.
Hurting