Thur Aug 15, 2002 - 3:40pm
Sorry the page is late but I've been to the dentist to have a filling and am still feeling the effects of the gas. He had to turn the gas up to full because it wasn't doing anything, every time he came back to check, I'm there wide awake and all edgy, he laughed.
God I hate the dentist, doesn't matter how good they are, I still hate them all. It's the whole tilting/moving chair, lots of sharp instruments that the assistant puts right in your front of your eyes and then the dentist himself, with that mask blocking his face, so you don't know whether he's smiling at you or sneering in that evil way before he gets the dreaded DRILL OUT. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
So I'm still feeling queasy from the gas, probably because he pumped a whole tank into me. Also I'm desperately trying to eat an orange but the juices keep falling out of the right side of my face down my chest, jesus I feel like a two year old. So, until the numbness in my faces wears off I'm not going anywhere because I know I'll have to speak to someone and then I'll fee stupid, so I'm sat here on this beautiful day, doing my project and also a bit of web work.
"General Hospital" is on the at the moment, don't know what the fuck is going on but it's good back-ground noise. I would usually of taken this opportunity (while I'm in) to call my mum or one of the girls in Manchester, but I can't speak too well, so I won't bother. God I hate this, I feel trapped.
Morpheus finally booked our trip to Las Vegas in December to join Candy at the Billboard Music Awards. Very excited about that, in fact I can't bloody wait, it's going to be a riot. We're staying at the Mandalay Bay Hotel which looks (from the web site) dead glamorous, god what am I going to take to wear for those few days, never been to Vegas before, assuming it's full of blonde women with big hair and really long nails.
Oh hold on, can feel my tongue now, phew that's a relief. Will now try and finish off this orange...
