….so high that I forgot that I had four molars extracted, not three.
….so high that I ended up sleeping for 15 hours.
….so high, in fact, that I don’t remember large chunks of yesterday, including writing the previous entry.
WOW.
The Meme-Mandated, Semi-Regularly-Updated, Occasionally Coherent Thoughts of G.M. Skarka
Dude, you got some pretty good grammar for a guy on drugs.
Hope you’re feeling better today. :)
Dag. Can I get me someathat?
So high, in fact, you didn’t mean it when you said you’d love me forever?
I dig the little crunch sounds of tooth extraction (but prefer to keep it a memory).
Are you still chewing on gauze? That part sucked…
Well, take care and just say no to “dry sockets”!
So high that I sent you an e-mail to remind you about stuff that’s going on today…:)
Ooooo… fifteen hours of sleep! It has been ages since I have had such a snooze! :)