My goal is to make it to the end of my book today. That's only 100 more pages. At least it's funny now. After that, all I have to do is write 40 more letters and 2 papers on the books I've read. I hope I'm done by Friday.
My lip is still swollen on the top, and whats worse is I have it on the bottom now, too. And when it first happened, I made myself feel better by saying "At least I don't have to go to the dentist!" And last night my mom says to me, "You've got a dentist appointment tomorrow afternoon." What are the odds? ("1 in 8!") So I have to go to the dentist and get the semi-annual lecture on why I'm not supposed to bite myself and blah blah. ("Michael, if this is another one of your lectures about how we're all supposed to blah blah and whatever, then you can save it, 'cuz we all know it by heart!") Plus, you're supposed to brush your teeth all nicely and sparkly before you go, so I've got to do it and rinse with that antiseptic alchohol solution of pain and death. Wish me luck!
Some people pass out when they get their ears pierced, others pass out when using generic Albertsons brand Listerine mouthwash.

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