Waiting

In about five minutes, an oral surgeon named Dr. Garlick will be ripping out all my wisdom teeth. I find that I am on the verge of snappishness because I'm nervous. I wish I knew what the fuck happened to the Valium I was supposed to take. It's not in the drawer where I put it two months ago. I have no recollection of moving it, nor did I have any reason to do so. Neither did M. It's a complete fucking mystery and it's pissing me off so much. I can't tell if the anger is a helpful distraction or not. I certainly don't want to take it out on the folks here. And this cherry topical shit tastes awful and novacai e fucking hurts and my hands are starting to shale so I thhink I'm going to stop now.

See you all later.

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