OK, so it's 10pm the night before. Dishes are clean, trash is out, and I' m enjoying one last beer.
Alright, i get it. That's overly dramatic. it's not like I can't have beer. In fact, I'm sure that not a week will pass before I have a beer again. And maybe some Jaeger. Don't laugh, it's an aperitif. I'm sure I'll need it to settle my smoothie laden stomach.
I'm totally trying to do 5 things at once. I'm afraid that if I sit and watch TV and relax, that somehow I'm wasting precious time. But it's not like I'm joining a monastery tomorrow. I mean, a few days of discomfort, controlled substance pain killers and a blender. What's not to love? except the blood. and the puffiness. and the lack of teeth. OK, so there's plenty not to love. but still, i'm trying to remain optimistic here. Stop harshing my buzz.
Anyway, this one will be short. I have added pre-picture too... clean-shaven me, to be used for comparison after tomorrow's event. I will try my damnedest to get a day of picture taken. I will also try to use mom's diamond head drill to make tiny toy soldiers from my old teeth.
Teeth soldiers. That would be awesome. And I could make them French legionnaires, because they surrendered their position in my mouth. butt fucking quitters.
To the Hurt!
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