At least 2 of them. My face is swollen and if I werent taking some serious drop medication it would hurt like a bitch. I don't know who invented anesthesia, but if it ain't god's gift to humanity, I don't know what is. I mean, I could feel the doctor cut away my gums, find the teeth, breaking it in pieces (krr krrrrrr CRACK), taking them out using my mouth as pivot for his rudimentary lever system, and it never hurt. Not one bit. Well, except for the jaw and the temple from having to open my mouth too much for too long.
Now I'm in bed, bored to death, eating shitty food (which is not really food, more like pear paste or something), and writing here. I don't know if I'm even making any sense.
Did you know they're called wisdom teeth because they appear between the ages of 17 and 25, at which point you're supposedly more smart than when you were little, and therefore, more wise and whatnot? Well, I call bullshit.
In spanish they're called "muelas del juicio," that is, molar's of judgement. As in "I have judgement now, but not when I was an annoying little brat." I'm still calling bullshit. I have no wisdom and no judgement, and probably won't have any until I'm 40 something.
Oh, also, Santa Claus is dressed in red because of Coca-cola. And that's the goddamn truth.
There's a TV here in my mom's room but I swear to god there's nothing mildly interesting on. You would guess in a southamerican country we would watch our own television series and soap operas, right? Well, not me. They all blow. Or suck. Both. I lay here and watch pretty much the same sitcoms you guys do in the States. With subtitles, obviously.
On that note, fuck Friends. And all hail Seinfeld. There's this new show on HBO, Boardwalk Empire. It pretty much rocks. Watch it, seriously.
OK, I'm out. I'm not making any sense and I'm sweating like a pig and I'm not even funny today. Not in the slightest. Just forget you read all this and go do something more fun, like bang your penis against the wall. That would do the trick
Best Billy Joel song ever.