The De-Wisdoming of Murie Curie

What the hell was all the fuss for?

I had a lovely morning. Woke up, went to the oral surgeon, got poked in the hand with an IV (which turns out hurts a thousand times less than getting it in the elbow pit thing), woke up 20 minutes later and attempted to drukenly tell the nurse my life story through a mouth full of gauze, while also seeing double. Wobbled to the car, went to pick up my drugs, which I don't even think I need, because its been 7 hours and feel fine. Came home and watched the 30 Rock for three hours and managed to eat half a block of cheese on a baguette by melting it on my tongue tiny pieces at a time. All in all I'd say it's been a fantastic day.

Pah! And people said I'd sleep all day. I hung up some paintings in my room and rearranged my closet. TAKE THAT GUMS!

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But mom, everyone's doing it...

Peer pressure has forced me to once again join the ranks of blogging weirdos everywhere. Not since the Live-Journaling revolution of middle school have I attempted to share my travels and trivials with the people of the interweb. So hold on tight, and be prepared for over-dramatic adjectives and misplaced modifiers.

Mary Mumbler is back, and leaving for Prague on January 18th.

But first home! Wisdom teeth! Sleeping!