This has been what has been dubbed "Murphy's Week". You know. Murphy's law, Murphy's week.

Just when I was barely getting over all the dizziness...the wound became infected. At first I thought there was this rancid smell somewhere around my house...it just happened that the rancid smell was coming from my own mouth and nose thanks to all the bacteria swarming around in the area that once was my impacted right wisdom tooth.

So now I'm on antibiotics, thouroughly exhasted, and I haven't even started packing for school.

There is some good news though...my younger sister wanted to go to school on Saturday which left me either going up friday or sunday. And Sunday is seriously out of the question. I can't get adjusted in the apartment AND get prepared for classes in two days while I'm exhasted and fighting an infection. No. Just. No.

But at the last minute she found out she has to be up there Friday. So now I get to go up Saturday. So go me. I get an extra day to rest and pack and I'm going to seriously cherish it.

At least all the swelling is down too. I won't have to explain to people why it looks like someone smacked me in the face repeatedly. Though I still can't eat foods where I have to open my mouth very wide....so ya. lots of soup. Better than lots of mashed potatoes.

I should stop complaining. The antibiotics make me feel a whole hell of a lot better. That and I'm not having trouble with my insurance company like I was before. It's kinda nice to have my medication cost $10 instead of a $80. And no one is dead, killed, missing in action, or otherwise. So thus ends my complaining.

I'll make a new layout soon, I swear.

...I have Benjy's lipstick and I don't know what to do with it.