Merriam-Webster defines pain as "localized physical suffering associated with bodily disorder." Perhaps as a visual representation of pain, they might consider putting next to their definition a picture of me at 3AM, wisdom teeth throbbing, unable to sleep and biting a highlighter in an attempt to challenge the pain (pain usually wins...usually):
Tomorrow, however, I'm dropping the proverbial A-Bomb on those 4 bastards and putting an end to this nonsense! All 4 wisdom teeth are being pulled, kicking and screaming, tomorrow morning at 11. Sure, they'll go out with a bang and may even cause me to bite my tongue and/or cheeks to a bloody pulp, but these 3-month cycles of unbearable, mind-numbing pain will be over. It's one thing to be kept up by Russell and his, um, company, it's another completely to be kept up by throbbing wisdom teeth...though it's not explicitly clear which is worse.
Full report coming after, or perhaps during, imminent vicodin binge.
Wish me luck.
1 comment:
and you have a furry face
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