Sunday Night

I am incessantly blogging about my wisdom teeth because I am incessantly consumed with my wisdom teeth. In the week preceding and the week after getting my wisdom teeth removed, I have googled variations of "wisdom teeth" and "pain" compulsively.

And what I have found through my "research" is that wisdom teeth are effin' weird. They are primitive. And gross.




Me: Bridge, do you think we'll have wisdom teeth in 300 years?

Bridge: Yup.

Me: But ... why?? They don't serve a purpose anymore!

Bridge: But we get them removed. They don't impede anything. They don't disrupt reproduction. Until reproduction rates are disrupted, they aren't going anywhere.

Me: Well. It sure doesn't make me want to kiss. I think that disrupts reproduction.

Bridge: Think again.




Last night was a rough night. I was up most of it with ice wrapped around my face and clutching my bottle of Darvocet. I Just Say No to Darvocet during the day, but at night? Lemme at 'em.

This coming week is meetings, meetings, meetings.

And the week after is teaching, teaching, teaching.