Apparently my New Years resolution isn’t going that well, but I guess most people don’t get that far either.
I got a much needed root canal on my broken molar yesterday. It hurt like a bitch, but I got some nitrous oxide (to keep me from going berserk when they pulled a needle on me) so I didn’t really care. It got me out of work for a day too. And thanks to my lovely Vicadin prescription, I can get out of doing too much for a while.
Laughing gas sure lives up to its name, though. It didn’t take long to kick in, and it was much, much better than any of the drugs I used to do. In fact, if I had access to it back then, I wouldn’t have ever done anything else. Everything felt all “floopy”, I kept fading in and out of cohesive thought, and everything was funny. I felt like my mind was running a kilometer a minute, but in hindsight I don’t think it was running at all, it was barely taking a leisurely stroll.
For some reason everythign reminded me of the old game Blaster Master. Now I have to go download myself an emulator.
