Today's my birthday. So far it's been lousy. I had oral surgery to remove a molar last night, which reallly hurts. OK not as bad as it did last night, but it hurts. I can only open my mouth a bit, which means I can only eat what can be cut in tiny pieces. And I have to be super careful chewing on the right side so nothing gets stuck in the stitches on th left side.
It's a good thing it's frowned upon to bring guns to work, I'd surely be locked up by now if it wasn't. What a bunch of whiners.
Tonight we're painting the master bedroom cause the new bed is getting delivered tomorrow.
So my treat to myself for this birthday is to feel sorry for myself. Don't worry, I'll get over it.