My quote of the week:

[Whilst discussing the optimum temperature of the male appendage.]
Insuperior Anna: No, it always has to be kept warm!
[Anna starts to get off the bus.]
Jenny: Ha, I wonder how she knows THAT!
[pause]
Wait a minute, how the hell DOES she know that?

(Note - "Insuperior" added afterwards, after the *other* Anna went off on one.)

GAGGHHHH!!! Frustration! Operation! Teeth! Blood! Antibiotics! Drool! Swelling! Sound like I have an uncontrollable lisp!

...and yet Joe has *perfect* teeth, and attracts *hundreds* of girls despite his twatty nature and constant smoking. He is a man-whore! How the hell does he do it?

I suppose it's the Heath Ledger Philosophy, which I posted somewhere else then subsequently deleted for some reason. Ah well.

So yes, back from hospital, teeth hurting, antibiotics, and I've had the taste of blood in my mouth all day. Yummy.

And a little girl in the bed opposite me had an operation on her arm. She went in chirpy, came back screaming her bloody heart out. Fairly understandable, I thought, before realising that she *wasn't* actually screaming for the pain.

Well, fair enough, I thought again; I was pretty freaked out after I'd had aneasthetic for the very first time. And she was only about six, after all.

But the wailing and screaming went on...and on...and on...and on...without stopping, for about two hours. Eventually I just wanted to grab her and yell "LOOK! YOU HAVE *GOT* TO *CALM* DOWN!!!"

And I know that's insensitive, but God, she was driving me mad. She was being a real spoiled brat as well, the entire time.

*sigh* In a bad mood...can't talk properly...can only eat yogurt and soup...Marie is meeting my hero and I am *dying* of jealousy...

Oh screw this, I'm going.