Anyway. My wisdom teeth have been in since I was eighteen and they've never bothered me before. And... I don't wanna. Which I think is a good enough reason, really, considering they're MY teeth, in MY mouth. Try telling that to my dentist, though. She seems to think they're *her* teeth, to be left or taken at *her* discretion. No, thank you. I'm good. I'll keep these, thanks much. There will be no semi-conscious surgery done on *me*, or *my* gums, methinks. Nuh uh. No way. Besides. I don't think anyone would like the effect Tylenol 3's would have on my admittedlly loopy biochemistry.
(Oh, yeah, while I remember: New song on my Tunes page, via here.)