One of the perks of having trouble chewing is the mushy dietary supplements like pudding and apple sauce. But the best part of that kind of diet has got to be the daily dose of Frosty from Wendys. Goddamn that shit is so good. I spent last night in a weird state of not quite awake, not quite asleep due to my Percocet and really struggled to get out of bed this morning. The pain is kind of dull, but still lingering and as much as I wanted to eat some wings while watching the Eagles today, I decided to pass them by for some potato soup instead.
Speaking of the Eagles, another nail biter today. I'm confident we have the skills to go 12-4 minimum this year, but losing Akers might be a shitty way to start off the season. I completely blame my Giants fan brother in law for our troubles with Akers. Once he drafted him for his fantasy squad, I knew trouble was afoot. The curse.
Back to my drugged out sleep story. Last night I had all these moments of clarity, I was analyzing all these different events in my life and I was able to see exactly where I went wrong. The mistakes were so obvious and down right silly. Percocet is a very powerful drug I suppose. I also felt oddly inspired as I was coming up with all these tee shirt ideas for Poison Scooter while floating around in my head. Thankfully this stuff isn't habit forming...
Oh wait, I just read the literature and this stuff may be habit forming. Ouch. That sucks.
Anyway, another breakthrough has been made. One of the chicks who moved here from Philly has a husband who apparently turns out to be a Birds fan and I ran into him at the bar today. That male camaraderie I had been missing came through today with Pablo, my new friend from Chile. It was nice to actually talk about guy shit, like sports, music and being in love. Baby steps. I'm getting there people. I managed to put together a decent weekend of socializing while recovering from invasive oral surgery. Imagine what I will be like at full strength in the coming weeks. Ha.
Time to work on those shirt ideas and watch my fantasy football team stave of a late run by my Dad's pathetic squad. And I'm working on an after photo on the mouth. I just need to be able to open up wide enough...without crying or screaming. Stay tuned.
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