The last few days have been a bit of a haze, thanks to the immense pain irregularly shooting out of my wisdom teeth. Yes, I said teeth. The one on the upper right is rotten beyond redemption, while the one on the lower left is impacted and threatening to destroy both my gums and the poor tooth beside it.

Both have been hard at work keeping me wincing in pain every single second of every goddamn day, which, of course, gave me the rare excuse to gorge on amoxicillin and a bevy of painkillers. Thanks to this medical cocktail, I’ve been pretty much not myself lately, alternating between cheerfulness and catatonia.

I’m high.

At the very least I have The Doors to keep me company during this highly unsober state, with Jim exhorting me (I think) to “get higher”. Oh well, light my fire, I guess. In the span of 24 hours, I have come to the conclusion that the greatest rock song in the entire universe has to be “Changeling”, particularly when Jim Morrison belts out a raspy, “You gotta see me chaaaaaaaaaange…”.

I also decided that the Max Wineberg 7 will perform “Touch Me” for my wedding (the previous choice was “Baby I Love You” by The Ramones).

I did get to catch up on some movies, though:

Blades of Glory
It’s probably not going to be shown here, so go seek out your suking pirata for a copy.
“We’re going to skate to one song and one song only: what you gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk?”

Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros
I finally got to see Kuya Bogs. And I’m in love again. It could be the alaxan talking, but Marian, hingi mo ko autograph!!

Because I Said So
Not as good as I hoped it would be, and I’m starting to believe Diane Keaton is a psycho in real life (just like Jack Nicholson). The musician was pretty cute, though. A bit awkward, if not completely poorly written. But as I said, the musician was pretty cute.

Stranger than Fiction
Unlike the other Will Ferrell starrers, Stranger than Fiction isn’t exactly a laugh riot. It’s funny, though, and a bit sweet. I have this thing for geeks (not exactly rooting for Mr. Suave), and Will Ferrell’s pathetic corporate drone’s attempts at romance completely swept me off my feet. I’m pretty sure my heart jumped a few notches when Will Ferrell sang “Whole Wide World” (by Wreckless Eric). And oh, I can’t bake, but I want flours, too.

And yeah, I’m still pretty stoned.

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