i had a tooth extracted today. i speak in distinct igor-ish overtones, the cocktail of drugs make me feel like an earthworm, i have drooled through a bath towel and i am everyone's favourite joke. i am too dazed to be angry and i can't find energy or intelligence to sum up retorts .
it is a rare moment.
my friends and family seem to have identical thought processes. my sympathy-pitch describing my current physical state evokes them to declare sentiments that can be summarized as :
"but you were already intellectually and aesthetically challenged to begin with"
in 36 hours i'll be back on my feet and then, detractors beware. there IS something called cosmic justice.
not that i'll wait for it to happen on its own.