July 28, 2008
My mother went to the dentist early in the morning, and I had some chilled cheesecake and Stargate SG-1 for breakfast while waiting for her to get back. Upon returning, she had a numb face and lacked a couple of teeth, and my stepfather laughed each time she smiled, calling her a pirate. I reminded him that he did have the chance to null the marriage, but it was a joke, and I crawled into bed when the heat drilled into my head, making me nauseated and needlessly cranky. I woke up in a puddle of my own drool.