Waste

And yeah, I got back and apparently it was an abnormally-growing “liver clot” i.e. big lump of gunk in the socket. So I got more anaesthetic, it got removed and some pads got sewn in. And now I’m back again, and I am hungry and my jaw hurts and I hate you all and everything around me. I am really not having fun and it’s only going to get worse once the anaesthetic has completely worn off. I wish I’d never gone to the dentist in the first place, I should have just glued the tooth together myself and left it, I wish I hadn’t been such a miserable moping chickenshit all this time because I might have at least learnt to drive and this would have been easier, I wish I’d never moved to this fucking place or left London. It was always a stupid fucking idea and I should have known that from the start. I’ve just wasted a year of my fucking life and gained only an iBook, a knowledge of American cartoons, further hatred for the suburbs and a number of new and fascinating behavioural abnormalities.

And I want a fucking cigarette.