You Can Take My Wisdom Teeth, But You Can’t Take My Spirit.
My wisdom teeth removal went…as well as could be expected. I’m alive, anyway. That’s good. Poor Kyle’s been a darling. The Run-Down: Woke up 6 a.m.. Showered. Dried hair; braided (most conducive style for laying on one’s deathbed). Arrived 7:30. … Continue reading