So yesterday I had my wisdom teeth taken out, and let me tell you, that's no joke. I had heard mixed things, ranging from "I was bed-ridden for four days" to "I was fine and pain free in two hours," so I didn't really know what to expect. The actual time at the dentist's office was miserable, and I'm not very good with needles, so the 16 or so shots (no exaggeration) of Novacane were no picnic. I think the quote of the day was, "You're gonna feel a lot of pressure, and then you'll hear a crack." Somehow that was supposed to comfort me, but I don't know how. Right, so I came home and quickly popped a Vicodin (the greatest medication ever), which helps, no doubt. But yeah, sleep was sketchy and hard to come by last night, and now I'm just sitting doing nothing. For the second day in a row. Hopefully I'll be able to function tomorrow.

In other news, on friday night, Jesse, Kim, and I made a pimped out shopping cart funded by the spare change from our cars. I must say, it came out quite good. Rather than explaining it, I'll just post some pics. Unfortunately however, I don't have the pics yet, but when I get them, I'll post them for sure...