Sworded!

So yeah, tonight was quite a night. As I sort-of predicted a few days ago, Facilities Services is still pissed, and now we have Campus Life on our asses as well. You'd think Facilities would have better things to do, like clean the kitchen every once in a blue moon, or get the horrendous smells out of the bathroom by Founders and the one in Post Lobby. But no, they cannot do their God-given jobs because we do not put our toys away. Campus Life lady says that we are adults now, and should not have to be told when to pick up our things, such as asking for some sort of schedule as to when Facilities is going to invade our space and make disparaging comments about our pastimes. Refrained from pointing out that in adult life, people usually make the choice as to whether or not other people come in and throw their shampoo on the floor and call it cleaning. And other things happened, but I am not thinking about them. Ha!

So yeah, anyhow. In other news, my dad called tonight. He talked to the oral surgeon who botched my wisdom teeth this winter. Surgeon says it's not very likely that sensation will come back by itself. So next Friday I'm going to go see a specialist around Chicago who will hopefully be able to tell me more. Because we all know how much a girl with TMJ disease likes people fooling around with her mouth.

If I do have to have surgery, I guess it'll be okay. I mean, as long as he doesn't do more harm than good, so that I lose the movement in my tongue as well. I just really would rather not go under general anesthetic again. It was too weird the first time. I couldn't stop crying afterwards. But we'll see how that works out. In the meantime, don't bother trying to talk to me tonight, unless you're willing to agree with me.

In other other news... out of yarn. Boo.