Back to Class

My wisdom teeth are gone and my mouth still hurts. I never realized how much I actually used them, kinda wish I hadn't gotten rid of them. I could have kept them, but then they were hard to keep clean and would have probably just gotten riddled with cavities later on. Still, my mouth feels even smaller now, how am I supposed to eat such large amounts of cake with an itty bitty mouth?

The only good thing that came from the experience is that I now have an idea what its like to die. I probably should have said something to the surgeons about the pains, buuuuut (this is a little morbid) it was an interesting pain. Its one of those things where "If I live through this I'm going to be addicted" kind of thing. I probably threw a few more people off with that one...

I have class at 11 this morning, I'm not sure how I'm getting there and I'm also not sure of if I can wake up on time, even if I wold have gone to sleep a few hours ago I would still run the risk of waking up as the sun sets. Lame.

I spent some time at Mike's the other day (JB's brother), she's been staying with them for a while, I'll probably go hang out there later in the week. I got some writing done but most of it is a little weird, mostly surreal and I'm not sure what to make of it yet. Apparently when I called and said I was on my way she told her brother that "JC" was on her way. This confused his friend and he made the comment, "JC? You guys know Jesus?

If I'm Jesus, the church is fucked.