Elephant Gun

In less than eleven hours, I will have the remaining three of the wisdom teeth pulled from my mouth.
Damn evolutionary by-products; teeth things creep me out so I am less than thrilled to have this done.
I know they do it thirty times a day every day--except on weekends and holidays--but I must admit I am nervous and not looking forward to the sickening feeling of the stitches hanging out in my mouth for a week or so until I swallow them in the middle of the night.

We saw The Good Shepherd tonight.
It was pretty cool; pretty long and depressing.
It was so long that I finished my water bottle halfway through and had to go freefill it.
I was dying of thirst but of course there had to be an old man sitting at the end of the isle.
So, when I climbed over him I stepped on his foot, kicked over his half-empty popcorn bag, kneed the backs of the chairs of the people sitting in front of him and knocked his Burberry coat on the floor.
I knew it was Burberry because I saw the lining; it may have been dark but that was not fake.
Then when I got back, I successfully climbed over him without kicking, kneeing or knocking anything but when I sat down I dropped my water bottle and it rolled under everybody's seats all the way to the front of the theater.

Aaaaw, all of that work...