Alllright. This morning I sat around and waited (without much anticipation) for my appointment with the oral surgeon. The first thing I saw walking into the waiting room, was Abby Clearly. She kind of stumbled out of one of the examening rooms with her cheeks all swollen, just totally sedated. She said hi to me and was asking me a bunch of questions, but I couldn't make out a word of what she said. The poor thing, she must have been pretty out of it. They had her go into the other room to lay down. It made me nervous just to look at her, and my wisdom teeth weren't even what I was being seen about. Anyway, they called me in and said the doctor would see me shortly.

The doctor comes in, and he's middle aged, but really on the younger side of middle aged, like right before you're about to go over the hill and all your hair is still the right color and everything, and he doesn't say much. He does, however, tell me to open up, and has probably the least gentle mannerisms I've ever been faced with. His hands are in blue latex and he's kind of got them both plunged into my mouth. Like, really, plunged. I almost wanted to spit them out to tell him to be more gentle. He takes a look at the side of my tongue that I have this dumb habit of biting when I'm frustrated, the reason I'm there, and says it's nothing before spitting out a lot of totally undecodable jargon and starting to poke at my wisdom teeth. Noootttt why I'm here. He immediately says that, despite that my dentist says otherwise, all four of these babies are going to have to come out, and soon.

They take a couple x-rays just to be sure, and show me this really goofy video about all the potential risks and side effects of the surgery (which includes the idea that "in rare cases" it can potentially be fatal! Oh god!) while they develop. And I've decided already that I don't like him. His hands! He's too rough. And the fact that his reasoning for the proceedure is that I'm going to "have trouble keeping them clean", makes me think he's just trying to get our money. Regardless, I guess I'm going to have it done in September. I guess it's fine, though, because most people I know go through it or have, and they've all made it out alive. Blah.

Anyway, I headed to Patrick's afterward, and Devon showed up. We went swimming in the lake, which was sooo nice because it was so hot. We watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show back at Pat's house after our swim, because he'd never seen it and because he's going to be Rocky when they do it at the theater in the fall. I think it made him nervous. We got dinner at some place with weird Asian cuisine and went down to Inman Rd Beach for a while. It was dark and sort of raining, but we went swimming and the water was really warm. I just took a shower and I'm soo tired. Sleep will be nice if it ever cools off.