Patrick Dempsey and Missing Asians...

So the wisdom teeth thing went well.  No swelling, healing quickly.  No pain...except in one place where my bone is sticking out.  But the dentist put some gel in it to help.  The gel tastes very strongly of clove oil...very strongly.  Everything I eat tastes like clove oil.
The pain is so minimal I don't even notice it.  Except at night.  I fall asleep but the tiny bit of pain keeps me from falling all the way asleep.  So I dream like crazy-- it's like watching really weird movies all night-- until Anton comes home and I'm finally released from my half-sleep prison enough to move my limbs and take something.  You'd think I would learn to take something before I sleep but I feel like I can handle it and then it just keeps happening. 


Last night I had a dream about Patrick Dempsey. I was at home with mom and dad and they were alluding to my having a crush on him, and he was there in the kitchen while they were making fun of me. They were saying things like, "are you going to eat your McLunch?" and then snickering... because he was McDreamy... in my dream.  He smiled politely and then went upstairs.  I don't know what he was going to do up there but I was kind of embarrassed.  In my dream.


Anton is having a hard time with school.  English is a foreign language for him but economics is even more foreign.  They use lots of complicated words that nobody really uses.  He's thinking about taking more financing classes, maybe going that direction a little more.


Also, I think our crazy Asian neighbors moved (the ones who yell and scream bloody murder) and were replaced by white people who like to play loud rap/hip hop music all day.  You know those songs you hear everywhere you go, all the time-- the ones that could be tolerated once in a while but after about the 97th time it just gets annoying...