I remember reading one of the Harry Potter books to CJ when he was in the recovery room. I was asked by a couple other families if I wouldn't mind reading louder as it seemed to calm all the kids.

I still can't find my pink beads. I am pretty good about keeping all my materials in one place, but a whole set of beads and focus crystals have gone poof. Come out, come out, wherever you are.

According to him, I am sassy coming out of the anaesthesia.

So no personality change at all!

Good news about Grace!

I was groggy when I woke up from my wisdom teeth extraction, but in good humor - I remember thinking it was funny that the oral surgeon could correctly understand my muffled attempts at communication while it just sounded like a bunch of consonant-free moans to my mom.

Was a bit less laid back earlier when I woke up during the surgery, but I managed to draw their attention once the tools were out of my mouth and then it was back off to Misty Magic Land with a fresh dose of anesthesia.

That's good news! Sorry K got a smack.

I woke up in a foul mood and it hasn't gotten much better today. I want a do over.

I wake up angry and nauseated from anesthesia. After my wisdom teeth were taken out, I wanted to drive home. Wisely, my GF at the time did not let me.

Oh, I hope that`s so Kat. That would be so great. I`m sorry for angry Gracie in the meanwhile, but glad for the successful surgery.

She is awake but chilled out in a complete forward bend. Cannot be comfortable. Recovery nurse also not a fun job.

Usually I come out of anaesthesia a little confused but fine. Once I was so depressed I was weeping uncontrollably. That was the time that my now-DeX was there and the poor thing didn't know what to do with me.

Glad everything went well for Grace!

I didn't see the eclipse. Too cloudy, too damn cold. I saw one once with my mom, in our backyard, running into the house to get warm and coming back out, for three hours. It was beautiful.

I have to do self-evaluations for work right now, and I'm wanting to cry. My boss is such a whackjob, and I don't even know what she expects me to say. I did all right. I made some mistakes, no one died from them, my journals are on schedule as they always are, my EiCs and authors love me and I can prove it, and WTF why do we have to do this?

It's been a really good day today. I wish she wasn't ruining it with this damned thing that I shouldn't even be so upset about, but the last one burned.

When I had my wisdom teeth yanked in high school, my sister and I had ours done at the same time. I was first, so when I woke up in the recovery room, my sister was still zonked out in the bed next to me. The nurse came in soon after, and asked if I wanted anything. I looked at her and said, "Ook." She said, "What?" I repeated, "Ook." She still looked confused, so I held up my hands, pressed together pointing towards her, and then opened them up, repeating, "Ook!" The lightbulb went on, and she said, "Oh, 'book!'" I nodded, and she headed out to the waiting room where Mom was. She said, "Kathy's awake," and Mom immediately pulled my book she was holding for me and gave it to her without her even having to ask. The nurse cracked up and told me that my mom knew me very well.

Also the seasonal Angry Birds is annoying in the extreme as it defies the laws of gravity.