Well hello....

So at ten o'clock in the AM on the morning of July 13th I was assaulted by a man dressed in white. He proceeded to rip my tooth and part of my jaw out of my face, laughing and joking throughout the whole ordeal. What was the worst part of this traumatizing experience? I am going to get billed for it! The man dressed in white was my dentist and the tooth he ripped from my face was my left wisdom tooth and I'm sure it hurt like hell, it's a good thing they drugged the hell out of me. So now I sit, strung out for the last 13 hours on Advil, Aleve, caffeine and Vicodin and I must say that I feel like a million dollars. I didn't need that tooth anyway, it just got in the way of my ideas, and yes my ideas frequently travel through my jaw. How the hell else are they supposed to get out of my mouth? I suppose they could go through my throat, but that is usually inhabited by my thought provokers which usually are in the form of liquid motivation. I do not really know what to say, nor do I have anything that is really worth saying. The pile of books on my floor has reached an all-time high, I love reading, and I have so many books I want to read. I wish that I could clone myself so that I could just sit up here reading and doing things that I enjoy. I could make my clone do everything else, things like work, school work, and run my underground prostitution ring. It strikes me as slightly depressing how we spend most of our lives doing things that we don't want to do, and things that won't make us a better person, or a more capable friend, employee or lover. So as for me, I am going to do everything in my power to stay out of pointless work, which as classified by the great "Stange" is about 99% of all work. No work and all play makes for a truly wonderful day. Anyway, it is time to go take some more Vicodin, a swig of NyQuil and then to read until the Sandman comes and knocks me over the head with a 25 pound purple dildo, what a sick prick.