I'm having my wisdom teeth out tomorrow. All four of them at once, because I just want it over with (and because it's actually cheaper, in the long run, due to my crappy insurance). The anesthesia they are giving me is somewhere between laughing gas and the stuff they give you for real operations -- my dentist described its effect as "like if you drank a whole lot and didn't remember anything the next day." And it means an IV, which I've never had before. See, despite the scrapes, burns, and bruises I'm perpetually afflicted with due to my natural clumsiness, I've been relatively free of serious injury or health issues my entire life. So, even though I know this isn't actually surgery, I'm still a little nervous.

Zan is being the best person in the entire world and coming to pick me up afterwards to make sure I get home safely. Which means I can focus all of my anxiety on the procedure itself. Yay.

To look on the bright side, I will be forced to recover on my couch in front of my new TV during the first two days of the NCAA tournament. With lots of chocolate pudding. I suppose there are worse fates.