I think I've watched enough day-time television between yesterday afternoon and today to fry my brain. Junior year? Wasted. I'm pretty sure that whatever I retained is now gone, lost in an abyss of sappy romance and corny jokes. At least I haven't sunk to the level of cartoons yet. Other than ruining my poor brain, I've had a breakthrough in my recovery: I actually managed to eat something other than broth without pulling at my stitches. Yay! I feel like I have some real food in my stomach. Sure, it was just a mush of melted cheese and re-fried beans, but it tasted like heaven. Basically my life consists of bad TV, broth, mush, pills and medicinal-tasting rinse that I can't spit out (apparently if you spit or drink through a straw OR get food stuck in the wounds that the oral surgeon inflicted, you get this nasty thing called dry socket that will kill for about a week).
Excuse me, I've been neglecting "What I Like About You" and "Everybody Loves Raymond."
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