Puffy cheeks

I got my wisdom teeth out Tuesday morning. I was glad to do this, my bottom right tooth had been fucking hurting my face for weeks. The surgery itself didn't seem like that big of a deal. The only thing pissing me off is that I can't eat a fucking cheeseburger. Or anything really that requires chewing. That fucking sucks. Sure I love pudding, jello, ice cream, & mac and cheese. I need some meat, yo! I'm a carnivore for fucks sake and I'm not about to do something gross like blend up some beef. Fortunately, I have vicodin. Lots of it. And a refill that I can go get any time. I also have these giant ice packs that I get to strap to my face because my mouth is super swollen. I can't smoke - which isn't that big of a deal really - I found out that if I put gauze in my mouth over the gross parts that I can smoke weed and not worry about that whole suction-causing-dry-sockets thing. Which is great.

I missed the first day of class today - my jaw really fucking hurt when I woke up and the vicodin didn't kick in enough for me to justify getting my ass up and going.

My dad came up to take care of me yesterday - he says he's leaving today, but he's asleep on my couch. I want him to go. I want Casey to come over after work. Not that they both can't be here - but I don't want to deal with that yet.

Also - I'm going to the beach with Casey and his mom next week. Either this weekend or next weekend. I haven't met a boyfriends mom since freshmen year of highschool. And she didn't like me. Harumph.