penelopelee

so, the real deal is this:
i'm flying in on monday evening, and then having my oral surgery on tuesday morning. everyone wish me fast healing, because i have to be back in pittsburgh on sunday to start class on monday morning at 8am. nooooo complications, please. [luna, don't jinx me!] glenn is driving to nyc friday night to save me from my parents for the weekend. i'm going to be stuck there with a huge chipmunk cheek, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, not able to talk on the phone and with no internet. text messages only for that whole week. i'm so stressed about this whole thing that i've even stopped being scared, despite the fact that they're going to have to break my jaw to get my tooth out because it's in such a weird position. at least i'll have a whole boatload of vicodin to keep me company.

what else can i complain about? i had to work a 12 hour shift today and i have to work a 14 hour shift tomorrow, and then another 12 hour one the day after and then i fly to nyc. fun fun fun.

buuuuuut it's not as bad as it seems, because my job is awesome. here's proof!
a picture of me "working":

yeah, working real hard on that gin&tonic.