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12/18/2004: "no longer a wiseass"

Well, so I had my wisdom teeth extracted yesterday. That was alot of fun. I hadn't ever been anesthetized before, and that was pretty wild. It was like one second I was just dead. A complete blackout for about an hour. Really really weird. Anything could have happened during that time. Which is I guess why they give you the extracted teeth afterwards, just to show you, hey, we did something in there while you were out. Although how long does it take to pull a couple teeth? They really could have just pulled those suckers in a minute or two and then spent the last 45 minutes photographing my dirty belows. Who knows. Anyway, I feel oddly attached to the extracted teeth. I'm fascinated by how disgusting and twisted they are, and the fact that they came out of my head. Brushing them now seems kind of too late, but it does give me some satisfaction to see them clean. I can't wait to get my appendix out so that I can play with that. They let you keep that too, right?