Back, Kinda

I'm back. At least, I think I am.

Last night, I was so spaced that I never got to the second floor of the house. You know, where the trivial things like the bedroom and kitchen are. Ditto the dining room and books and this laptop. I staggered in from the garage and cratered on the downstairs couch. And I watched a little tv. You know how they say never go to disneyland while you're doing drugs? Don't watch tv while you're spaced from anesthesia. All those intense, hip, snappy pipple felt like they were lunging out of the tube at me.

I don't have a limp. They said I would, but I don't. As for the soft foods, at least a week. Which is fine with me. My lip is way swollen, and for some obscure reason I have a black and blue mark under one eye. I think he had problems with the sinus, but didn't want to tell me. Made a coy remark about 'occasional nosebleeds' -- which has, in fact, occurred. But other than that, not bad.

Still a little spaced, though.