Tick...tick...tick...

Sept 28th. It's coming. I can feel it. Inching closer and closer. That dreaded day. The day my wisdom teeth come out. I'm not a happy camper about this. I start to think all illogically about the whole procedure. Like when they put me to sleep I won't wake up again. Or that there will be complications...nasty complications. So think of me on the 28th, in the afternoon. I'll be thinking of me too.