February 07, 2002 :: 11:03 p.m.
have I mentioned that I'm in pain?
Owww. Ow. The entire left side of my face hurts. The novocain wore off around 6:00, and shortly thereafter I was hit with a wave of excruciating pain. I just drank some water and it made me want to die. I have to tip the glass and my head to the right in order to avoid contact with the freshly-filled cavities. I took some Excedrin earlier, but they didn't help. My dentist is the most sadistic man on the face of the planet.
Amanda and I got dinner at Rascal's, which was a fun time. There's usually a really scary man with a moustache working when I go there, but tonight there was a not-scary-at-all guy who was very nice. They were out of Snickers pie, though. *pouts* Ah well. It's not like I need more junk food or anything. After dinner we went to CD Warehouse and Ben Franklin, and the purchasing of fun things ensued. I got the I Am Sam soundtrack, which is great. So I now own a completely legal, non-pirated version of Rufus' Across the Universe - yay. Amanda loaned me some money so that I could buy a set of acrylic paints at Ben Franklin, and I also got two very yummy candles that smell like chocolate truffles and irish cream (one of each, not those two things combined). I'm excited for the paints. I think tomorrow or later tonight I'll put on some music and try them out; I don't paint very well, but I like to pretend that I can.
Adam's coming home tomorrow, which an incredibly happy thing. He's going to change my oil for me on Saturday, because I'm too poor to go to Jiffy Lube and totally inept when it comes to mechanical things. I like it when he does things like that; boys with grease and oil on their hands are hot, especially when it's my boy with grease and oil on his hands.
Ho hum. I'm going to design a layout for Adam tonight, because I told him I would, and because it's fun. After I do that, I'm going to play SSX Tricky until my eyes bleed. I love that game. I adore it. If I were a video game, I'd want to have sex with it. I'd want to have its children. In short, I'm its bitch.
Truly.
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