I wish someone would remove my teeth.
Oh and apparently my body has had enough of the constant slander and now I'm probably going to urgent care.
Oh how the turns have been tabled, Wilbur.
On the bright side since I can't eat solid food I got strawberry applesauce, Go-Gurts, and pudding. And soup. A lot of soup. And a thermos for my soup that I shall plaster with stickers. Eventually.