A few Sundays ago I was eatin' pizza and watchin' the Oscars and my cheek and gums over on the upper righthand side of my mouth started hurting fairly badly. At first I assumed it was another motherfucker of a canker sore like the one I got last year around this time, but then my cheek swelled up and by Wednesday I couldn't really eat at all. So I called Dr. Dorato on Thursday and he prescribed me some Amoxicillin, which I have been taking assiduously, even though the capsules it comes in are fucking huge. My fucking mouth is still sore as shit, but at least I can basically talk and eat again.
I've been going to a lot of shows, lately -- dragged Alana to Billy's show at CGBG, going to Previn's show at The Delancey tonight.
Things to look forward to:
- FSF meeting on April 1st
- Yankees / Red Sox game with Emma on May 10th
Yesterday I had a driving lesson with Lester that I totally blew because I'd been up late the night before. My hands were shaking the whole time, and Lester got pretty mad at me. At one point he had me pull over and he actually got out and got into the driver's seat and showed me how to do something; he'd never done that before. It was kind of scary -- he's an extremely fast and precise driver, sort of like when Atticus Finch shoots the rabid dog. On the curb we found a few scattered plastic garbage bag ties and collected them so we could re-attach the vanity mirror in the car, which had basically fallen off.
I'm still really tired; time for bed.
4 comments:
Hey Julian, its maggie's friend Candy (black candy not mexican candy)...aww the joys of learning to drive as an adult. I did the same thing, and shhhh...don't tell anyone, but sometimes when I'm driving I'm still a little frightened. Solidarity!
Me scared of teh driving, too.
You're going on the 10th? Dang, I missed you two by a day. I'll be there on May 9th (and June 5th...and near the end of September sometime...all Red Sox games, naturally).
We should find another awful movie, Julian.
sounds like you got a case of the herp! kiss any musicians lately?
Hi Candy; the issue is not that I'm frightened, it's that I'm a sloppy, awful driver and that my driving teacher is like the love-child of Travis Bickle and Bernie Goetz. (So I guess I am frightened?)
Dev, Emma still owes us a screening of The Gingerdead Man. You provide the house / I'll bring hot wings or something / it's on.
Why, Jeremy, I have no idea to whom you could possibly be referring!
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