Thursday, November 04, 2004
A year ago this past weekend, I was passed out on the couch in Dorm 26, high on drugs and oblivious to the four bleeding crevises in my mouth. Some might have said that I resembled a chipmunk, others might have said that they had never seen me give such dirty looks when they tried to tickle or tease me: "you're *not allowed* to do that to me when I'm sick!!" Thankfully, all four of my wisdom teeth are out, so it's a procedure that I will not have to go through again. It's crazy, looking back at last year, how many things are so different now than they were then.