Wednesday, December 12, 2012

It's cold in Detroit.

It's cold in Detroit for obvious reasons. December being the most most obvious. Last week I had two wisdom teeth removed. I have stitches in my mouth, and a hole in my gums. Rice gets stuck in the latter. The hole makes my mouth smell like a sewer which in turn makes me feel like a swamp queen. My friend, who sometimes crawls into my bed to keep me company, often likes to tell me how awful my breath is. It's a good dynamic the two of us have. He makes fun of me, and I endure it because I believe I deserve to be punished. Laurel and Hardy eat your hearts out.