"You're like a disease without any cure, she said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore."

Tomorrow it's time for the second and, crossing all fingers, last part of the surgery on the stupid tooth. The other day I ordered myself a post-surgery gift, a tradition in my household. After the breast cancer surgery, mom got me a Best Of Queen cd, for example. *_____* This time I got myself a Totoro bag, because during the past week I've been marathoning all Studio Ghibli movies and they work even better than painkillers. And it's a super cute bag. Amazingly it arrived just in time, so I can carry it with me tomorrow for good luck.



And Lightning Returns arrived too, cue happy dance of joy. \o/ And I finally managed to talk on the phone with my therapist, and that calmed me down a lot. Between her family emergency and my tooth we haven't seen each other for three weeks, unacceptable!

Gotta go save a goddess now, wish me luck for tomorrow!