Gaaah, the pain...

I swear, I've been popping pills ever since I got my wisdom teeth pulled. First, there were the two painkillers (one had codeine in it!) and the antibiotic. The painkiller with the codeine made me have some weird-ass dreams and I would pass out and take one-hour naps. I have since stopped taking them and gone back to the ibuprofen initially prescribed for my sciatic nerve pain, which works better IMHO. Several days after finishing my antibiotic, I got a head cold. So here I am, popping cold meds and nursing a nasty headache that came from the headbanging I would do when I cough, XD.

On the teeth front, they're healing beautifully. I got a syringe at my post-op visit and cleaning the holes got easier. I've gotten back to eating regular foods, but I've been avoiding sodas. I'm sticking to water, tea and anything else but soda. It's been two weeks since then. No more caffeine dependency for me!

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I finished reading Richard Matheson's Somewhere In Time a while back. It was okay, started off good but slowed a bit in the middle and got better at the third-quarter. I would recommend it, but please... just read What Dreams May Come. It's infinitely better.

I recently went to the library near my house and borrowed a few books. One was Basil of Baker Street by Eve Titus, which was the basis for the best Disney film ever: The Great Mouse Detective. I liked the book, it was really cute.

Another is Kenneth J. Harvey's The Town that Forgot How to Breathe. I haven't finished reading that, and I may not get to. I can't get into it. Gah, I hate it when that happens.

I'm having a similar issue with "Mrs. Dalloway". Man, I have so many books and only eighteen of them really appeal to me! No more buying books on a whim, that's for sure.

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So, Silent Hill: Homecoming finally came out. I finished it in a week and here's my verdict: I liked it. I thought it was going to be the worst thing ever, but I was wrong... sort of. I think the crew that made this game can totally pull off another title, but they need to stop referencing the damn movie. Please guys, we Silent Hill fans only ask for originality! Heck, ask us for ideas. We're bursting with them!

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I'm also happy to report that I finally figured out what I wanted to do with my life: stick with my current degree plan and keep soldiering on. Alas, regrets of dropping the Fiction class have risen. Oh well. At least I got in, :D.

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Man, I don't think tarot card reading is going to be a new hobby. I like it, but it hasn't stuck with me. I should give it a few more weeks, and then decide whether or not to give up and move onto something else.

I got a tarot card reading from someone at this new-age store my sister likes. For twenty-five bucks, I got told this (all this is to the best of my memory):

-I'm afraid of myself (duh)
-I have five pieces ready to be published (wuh? Which five? This has perplexed me since that day)
-I'll dabble into every form of writing (you know, I have planned to)
-I'll be famous (o_O!)

And I thought my silly daydreams of being a famous writer were just... well, silly! I almost died of laughter in my chair.

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Ah, grand schemes. One I have is to do NaNoWriMo. Make up a whole new idea and do that. Lord knows I have enough time...

Another is submit some poetry to my university's literary magazine. They're taking pieces for next semester. Maybe I could get in. Who knows? I have to try.

No more. But trust me, I'll think of some...

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I just listened to Brian Eno and David Byrne's My Life in the Bush of Ghosts. Go get this album! It is amazing. So cool that I can't think of a rational, unbiased thing to say other than... damn!

Already, one song has inspired a poem.

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I've been working on and off on my writing. But no quitting here. I'm back in the game, everyone. Let's celebrate by living. Oh, and voting in this year's fine election. So don't forget to vote!

Wow, I need to shut up now. Long post is getting longer. I leave you, nursing a headache yet smiling all the way through it... until a pang hits and I clench my teeth.

Regards,
Lindsey

I have no voice, but I do have words...

It's been almost twenty-four hours since I had all four of my wisdom teeth removed. One had to be dug out (since it never surfaced, like the other three), so go fig that its former location hurts the most. I got to keep them and they are all intact (one is a bit chipped), it's weird how such things can cause so much grief later on in life.

I'm trying not to talk as much so the holes can heal up and I don't form those horrible dry sockets. Thank God for words... and head/hand gestures.

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So, I decided for the better, to drop the Sci-Fi class. The paper, among other things, was preventing the class from being worthwhile. But I did try the paper, but I guess I may need to go back to Basic Essay-Writing 101. Not that makes me feel bad or anything, but it never hurts to take a refresher course.

Addendum: I did say the last time that it wasn't an option, yet I forgot to mention that I had considered it when I dropped the Fiction class. I just didn't do it at the time.

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I got the tarot cards! I also found a lovely little bag to keep them in. It's green and looks Irish with a trisket stitched in gold. For some odd reason, I don't fear the cards. They actually feel positive and approachable! I guess it irradiates the happiness that I have for them. I do random readings, but nothing serious.

I'm a Christian (Unitarian influenced by Taoism), a fairly open-minded one. I was raised believing tarot cards were evil and etc. But I honestly don't think tarot cards are evil at all. I get nothing like that from my cards, let alone any decks in general. Yet, tarot cards will not replace God and prayer. No, not at all! I love God too much, :D .

I credit Aeclectic Tarot (http://www.aeclectic.net/tarot/) for their articles and card interpretations, especially all the different spreads. They schooled me good. Thanks y'all!

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I had an idea running around in my head for a while. It's time I put the sucker on paper. Wish me luck!

I leave you, listening to Celine Dion's "It's All Coming Back to Me Now"? Lemme switch it... ah, "Satellite" by Guster! Yet another indie band I support!

Regards,
Lindsey