Not Hideously Disfigured!

Well, my face got cut today, but I seem to be fine.

Let me revise.

Today, a pediatric plastic surgeon removed a small cyst from my right cheek. It was my first surgery.

It was really weird. (The laughing gas. There was loss of depth perception and hearing distortion involved.)

It was really easy. (Under thirty minutes for the entire procedure and thirty minutes in Recovery before being sent home.)

It meant I spent most of today watching stuff I've TiVoed. (Awesome! I am now totally caught up on "Castle", "Mad Men", "Project Runway", "Community", and the in-aptly named "Saturday Night Live Weekend Update: Thursday".)

Also, I watched "Slumdog Millionaire"! (Absolutely fantastic movie. Can't believe it took me this long to see it.)

Basically, I rotted my brain on drugs and television.

Awesome, right?

Yeah.

I'm still sore from the wicked deep tissue massage Kat gave me before the frustratingly anti-climactic football game on Thursday. (Note: It is very difficult to have real conversations between five people when said five people are sitting on one bench and the person heading the convo is at one of the ends.)

Blah-blah-blah.

At least I (kind of) learned to play dominos and got to be around S.D. Whatever. 

I WISH BOYS GAVE SIGNALS.

Though it's not like I can talk. Subtlety is my strong suit. I just do not come on strong.

No matter how much good it would do me.

Also: I think my mattress is infested with bed bugs? It's either that or the bean bags in theatre, because I am getting some ridiculous bites all over.

It's gross.

Rawr, rawr, rawr.

Dinosaurs.

I agree with MLIA. I think T-rexs were angry because their arms were too short to give hugs.