Friday, January 15, 2010

Under the Knife

In less than 24 hours, I will be having my wisdom teeth removed. I am not entirely sure what to expect, since I have only ever had one cavity filled. The prospect of having useless teeth ripped from my jaw is a little unnerving, but I have been assured that many drugs will be in the waiting room, happy to lead me home. At least I have a valid excuse to stay in and watch football, you know, other than being male.

I will still try to keep with my writing goals, but I am almost afraid to work on my book. I can imagine when I start editing it eventually coming across a long and jumbled mess of pain killer induced rabble. While it might be entertaining in a holy-crap-I-wrote-this-garbage way, it will inevitably lead to a significant rewrite. Maybe it will work out for the better, but Hunter S. Thompson I am not.

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