I don’t want you to get the wrong idea from this post-I’m spontaneous in many aspects of my little existence. When on any of my backpacking adventures, I loved not knowing what was around the next corner (like getting drunk in Paris & waking up on a train to Barcelona even though I hadn’t ever intended on going to Spain)
However, having said that- I am also a planner. I am also a list maker. As I have said before, I have made lists of the lists that I need to make. There are certain areas of my life that are allergic to change and I like to be prepared. For anything.
I just got off of the phone with my dentist. My “let’s rip out those little fuckers that have taken up residence in your jaw” wisdom teeth surgery has been bumped to Monday.
I am deathly terrified a wee bit scared of the anesthetic and this accelerated time frame means that I won’t have time to video overly dramatic soliloquies to all of my loved ones in case I don’t make it. Believe me, they would have been the shit and stood a good chance of winning some type of smarmy superstar award. Now I got nuthin’. If the anesthesiologist is hung over or pissed off and fucks up, I will have no soulful monologue to be played at my luau themed memorial. All because some fucking guy got mono & couldn’t make his surgery date.