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23hrs and 11 minutes until I get my wisdom teeth out. I will be grumpy without my breakfast. I just hope that I don't have a stupid reaction to the substance they are going to be pumping through my veins *knocks on wood, specifically her forehead*
On other news, I realized I'm a planning genius because the weekend of sickle I will have no homework left so long as I can keep up in my readings. I'm very proud of that... now only if I could find the procrastination button and flick it into the "off" position.
I survived yesterday. Thank the God/desses (Thank you Patty, I like that word), that I had many small children to distract me. Hailey and Dylan are awesome. It was not comfortable though and I don't know why I have so many issues with it when I'm faced with that kind of situation, specifically when I'm ok whenever they are not around. Well, maybe more like surviving then ok. *Note: yes this is an ambiguous and specifically targeted entree. If you really want the full story, ask me. Chances are I'll tell you. *
Excited about the trip to the gallery in three hours. It will be nice to see peoples again and get to actually go into the art gallery. I don't think I've ever been. Heh, when I told my mom that's why I wasn't going to be home for dinner tonight, she said, "You're turning completely urban." I laughed my ass off. ItÂs very much an insight into my growing-up/changing life-style. I'm getting farther and father away from the constricted life I had and I like it. Fire eating still freaks her out and for some reason that makes me amused.