and loopy needs to take another nap. i survived a root canal this morning. mind you, i wasn't afraid of the ear shatterring zzzzzz if the tiny drills and saws, no, i was afraid that my secert super power aka lock jaw would make an appearance as she usually does, danmn show off. this time, my kind new dentit graced me with a magic pill that would help keep the jaw locker at bay. for the most part, the magic pills worked. still working a wee bit as evidenced by my mD TYPNG SKILLS. which i iwlkl jeep up for prosperity or until i have ebough energy to fix this post. Anywhoo, the pills had some quiet time in the depths of the belly while my mouth got prodded and poked and doible poked with GINORMOUS needles and gloved fingers and other invasive sacriness. I lay there on the couch thinie with my eyes closed lightly so show that i was not scared. the mister allowed me the use of his ipod shuffle and i had my teeth drilled to the soothing voices of Cat Stevens, Neko Case, Paul Simon, Sondre Lerche and Jenny Lewis...with some Stephin Merrit thrown in to make it seem more like a party.
The directions on the pill bottle are not simply for show, so thank you mr. a-go-go for kindly driving me all about. I got home around 10am and fell into the freshly made up October bed and I awoke moments ago after 2:30 and can feel the lure to revisit. Why not?; I can't eat anything, I cant type very well andmy attention span is that of a young vollege boy who had had one jaigermeister too mAny. Back to funny dreamland for me and I'll return with the editing half of myself (she's dancing on the ved with a lampshade round her head)to clean upo this mess i have typed typed typed here. i can;t see very well withet. soooo blurry. i lofve you =aLLLL. really, i do. Oooh waitdid you see the october bed yet?
