Why I Shouldn't Be Doing NaBloPoMo

So, I'm really, really trying to keep up with NaBloPoMo. It's all Deb's fault. She told me to make NaBloPoMo my bitch. Like a hooker on the corner listening to her pimp, I took the orders and now I'm laying in bed wondering why the fuck I agreed to this shit? Oh, that's right, for my cut of the deal bragging rights.

When I decided to be a good little prostitute blogger, I didn't really think I would still be dealing with my tooth extraction. And it wasn't from a blow job. How cool would that blog post be? But, I am. I've been to the dentist three times in the past week. When I left the office this afternoon, she told me to feel free to come back in tomorrow for another wash out and packing if I'm still in a lot of pain. The numbing thing she packs it with, is the most vile shit you've ever tasted. Just ask K, she smelled the stench from my mouth when I tried to mumble.

Sometimes the pain feels like I'm chewing on razor blades or someone is ripping the gums around the bone. Other times, the pain is a throb. It sucks ass.

So, excuse the lack of real blogging, but I hope you'll consider this picture a homework pass. Deal?





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