I finally know how the after-effects of botox feel...

So, I had my wisdom teeth out yesterday. I can't smile or anything. That's actually me trying to smile. But I guess I finally understand how it feels to not be able to show emotions and I have no idea why anyone would want that. Vanity is just not important enough to not be able to smile.

Of course because I did have my wisdom teeth forcibly removed from my face, my lack of emotion comes with pain and not being able to open my jaw very far (only far enough for a toothbrush and a spoon with very little on it). And of course I would be one of the few people who don't respond well to oxycodone. I think the stuff has been making me sick because I've been throwing up about two hours after taking it every time I've taken a dose. Oh well. I haven't really started to feel much better yet. My face just got fatter. But I did discover that sleeping in my parents' overstuffed leather recliner wasn't too bad.

Oh, and one last thing unrelated: my best friend Abby and her husband Drew woke up last night at 3am. They woke up because the car across the street kept honking. So, Drew went to go check it out. He looked around and then started walking back across the street to his house and realized that the two dogs he'd seen in the car were the ones honking the horn. Who does that and who doesn't notice if their horn is honking? Anyway, I've been entertained by picturing a couple dogs honking a car horn. But I'm entertained by very simple things.