Friday, April 16, 2004

anxiety, thy name is fishboy...

An hour and a half from now I go under the knife to get this munted tooth removed and a titanium screw drilled into my head. I think I'd prefer to scoop my eyeballs out with a spoon.

Anyway, if I survive I'll recount all I can remember in vivid, gory detail to satiate all your prurient & ghoulish interests. Sickos. Or I may just wish to forget the whole ordeal as soon as possible. Most likely the latter.

Wish me luck...

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