Percocet Rules.
Well, the teeth are out and safely secured in a little plastic baggie-type thing. One is actually smaller than the other. Not at all what I was expecting.

Also, my mouth and throat are swollen so that I can't really talk. I CAN take pills and that's a wonderful thing. They recommend taking the pain meds every six hours. I've been taking them every three. After all, I'm not drinking and I'm going anywhere, so what's the big deal?

As a result of my self-prescribed regime of drugs, it's been a very pleasant, if hazy, day. I watched the first six episodes of Sex and the City (season five), which I'd never seen before. I love Charlotte and Harry. I love Miranda and little Brady. I even love horny Samantha. Carrie still annoys me. Even high on the drugs. Figure that.

Ten Things We Should Be Worried About Other Than Gay Marriage
1.) $521 billion dollar deficit.

2.) HIV/AIDS research

3.) Homeless/Poverty

4.) Crimes against women and children

5.) Health care for every working American

6.) Welfair system

7.) Social Security

8.) Prison system

9.) Global warming

10.) Pollution

Perhaps this sounds ridiculously idealistic, but if two people love each other enough to commit their lives to one another and wish for it to be legal, isn't that a good thing? Shouldn't we want more of that?

Just wondering....

Success!
I changed the format a little and now look! Two Spiders! And you can even see him!

The only problem is that the links are navy bluish and you can't really see THEM. I'm going to work on this problem, but for now - YAY!!!

Marriage
This has been causing so much controversy of late that I feel it warrants some comment here. The trouble is, I'm nowhere near as coherent or eloquent as this guy. So check it out. He makes a lot of sense.

More Work
You know, I don?t know when I hate work more, when there?s nothing to do and I?m bored out of my mind, or when we?re slammed with work and my head is ready to spin off from the stress of it all. Either way, I guess the point of this is to regurgitate something that I think we?ve already established: work sucks.

Oh, and Donald? Jaba the Hut called. He wants his look back.

Two More Things
First, today is my friend Vickie's birthday and she's in England right now teaching music to rugrats. Hi Vickie! Happy 25!

Second, I wanted to mention that I'm getting my Wisdom teeth out this Friday at 8:45am. I'm telling you so that you'll know that I will finally stop complaining about it soon and so that you know why I might not post Friday, Saturday and Sunday. All two people who read this will be disappointed, I know, but buck up, little campers. I'll be back on Monday.

Yay!
Patricia gave birth to a boy last night at about eight in the evening! Congratulations!!

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For those of you who watched the Screen Actor's Guild Awards Red Carpet on E, I have one question: is Lance Bass the dumbest man alive?

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Sex and the City was great. No one expected it to end in Paris and of course it didn't. Sam is in love, Mir gives love, Char gets a baby, and Carrie gets Big, er, John. They finally gave him a name and I think "John" only appropriate. Heh.

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Finally, I'm really bummed that Spider is getting all covered up with the list of entries. I'm either going to have to take him down or think of another way to display him....suggestions are always welcome.

Carrie Annoys Me
I realized that I may have come off a little harsh in the last entry when I was bidding Carrie et al adieu and I want to make something clear: I love Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha (even though they sometimes piss me off by doing stupid things), but Carrie really annoys me.

She dresses like a circus clown, constantly makes horrifying puns that she then giggles at with a demure shrug of her shoulders as if to say, "Oops, I did it again,", can't make up her mind about anything and is forever sabatoging her relationships with men.

I guess I know that in order to have a show about sex and relationships one has to allow the main character to mess up a lot, but Carrie never seems to learn from her own mistakes. And that annoys me.

Last night was fun. During dinner Patricia started have contractions, but they were only fifteen minutes apart so we kept eating. She may, however, be delivering as I type this. We're waiting to hear.

Personally, I'd really much prefer a housekeeper to a kid. Someone to keep the apartment clean and keep food in the fridge would be damn cool. Like a mom. But one who just takes care of the crap that needs taking care of without all the nagging. It's a much better use of money.

The warm weather has brought all sorts of awful things into my sinuses and I've already taken an allegra and two tylenol today to help with the pain. So far, it hasn't worked.

The gym closes in twenty-five minutes and I'm still lounging in my pajamas. The road the hell is paved with things like this, I guess.

Weekend!
Another weekend is upon us and I'm so happy! We've got a good one planned for us, too. Tomorrow night we're going out with some friends. Christie broke her leg a couple of weeks ago, but is driving up from Central Jersey to consume copious amount of alcohol. Patricia (who is due to give birth this Sunday) will also be among our party. I think her quote was, "Anything to distract me from STILL being pregnant." Also, the Woodman, Nick, Sal, and Ronnie are going to be there...well, Ronnie is married to Patricia, so of course he'll be there. All in all, it should be really fun.

We're going for dinner, then drinks (did I mention the copious amounts of alcohol?), then back to our place to wind it down and say good bye and good night. It's been a while since we've all gotten together for some steam-blowing and I'm really looking forward to it. Yay!

And to top the weekend off? The series finale of Sex and the City. Carrie Bradshaw, we hardly knew ye. Except that we did and we didn't like you very much. Chao, baby!

A "What Was She THINKING?" Moment
Dear Debra Messing,

I think you should consider firing whoever dressed you for this appearance. I don't think they like you very much.

Love, Kasey