a lil scared

Today I get my wisdom teeth out, or half my wisdom teeth. I don't trust dentists, so you may imagine how an oral surgeon is extremely far down on my list of trusted medical professionals. I am freaking out and have some pretty huge knots in my stomach. Plus I'm not allowed to eat or drink, even water, all day long before the surgery, which isn't making things more appealing.

Last night Daniel and I hit downtown Toronto for a few drinks, we had a good time, but he definitely made me walk around for 40 minutes in the cold looking for a good place to go before we settled back at the first place we had come to (Hard Rock Cafe). After that we went to some fun, kind of seedy place called the Imperial Bar which had 2 fish tanks with way too many fish in them. We also met a weird guy who had come from NYC to see his ex-girlfriend in a play she was in, and he hadn't talked to her in 6 months because she didn't want to see him...hence, he was at the bar alone after she ignored his note and phone call apparently. Stalkerish, just a little.

Now off to prepare for getting my teeth cut out of my gums. They better not gip me on the painkillers, I want the primo shit and lots of it.