Yesterday was pretty much a dazed trot through the land of sedatives as I resigned my teeth to the dentist.
The only moment I remember is when I had to go to the bathroom right before I went off and the hygienist accompanied me. Not wanting to be babysat, I said, "Lemmeh do it on my own," and ran into a wall. When I got to the bathroom, she said, "Do you, ah, need... assistance?" To which I turned around and said, "Yyyou know.... and I know.... we don't want that to happen." I'm assuming I succeeded at my task, however, that was the last thing I remember...
Above, a visual representation of the experience... the sneakers are the best pair I've had in a long time, thrifted of all things. The high-top shape makes them slightly cooler, and the pink color and perforations make them feminine and light. That, and they look good at the end of a dentist's chair.
Tra la la,