Adventures in toothlessness, day 3

Vicodin is still my friend. After listening to mrissa's and my boy's reactions to Vicodin, I realize mine is like the mildest ever. There is no pain, and occaisionally a mild wobbliness. And weird dreams if I nap.

Siggy is very upset about this bedridden monkey business. Monkeys are supposed to vacate the bed by noon, and not come back till 10 or 11. She keeps trying to explain it all to me, but of course monkeys don't listen very well.

Today, I am feeling brave enough for oatmeal. Yesterday I managed bread soaked in chicken soup, and those were the best carbs ever.

The drawback of the mild drug reaction is that I'm starting to get guilt for not writing. I cannot fool the brain into thinking Sudoku is productive for very much longer.

Gah

Bored now. Sick of being in bed. Sick of everything we have to eat in the house. Not sure if I can manage hot & sour soup yet. Really bored.

Why is DG playing "Beloved"? Ack.

Entertain meeeeeee!

Another day, another meme

I was on the brink of death from crankiness and yogurt, when a wonderful man appeared on my doorstep with hot & sour soup and lo mein. Angels singing hosannahs may have accompanied him. Tomorrow I will bake muffins, probably chocolate ones with chocolate chips and more chocolate and maybe a little cinnamon. I will also endeavour to type at my desk, in an attempt to deslug.

And because I have enough brain power to fret over stories, but not enough to concentrate on them, I shall haul out that trusty meme.

( Those same first lines again )