"We cannot wait to be in that arctic land where we'll be masters of our fate."

Two days after, I'm not in pain anymore, I mostly have that weird sensation of stitches pulling on the skin. Today I can start disinfecting them, and while I'm still on that same stupid diet, and thus perpetually hungry, I can work with that I learned last time. Like, boiled potatoes left in the fridge for an hour and then cut into little pieces taste great and don't need any work on my teeth's part. Yesterday I almost bought a couple of jars of baby food: I had Carolyn Knapp-Shappey's voice in my head telling me all about "baby chicken", but when I had it in my hand it looked so disgusting that I just couldn't. Yuk. I'd rather go a whole week without any meat.

The good thing is that everything else works perfectly, so I've been practicing on my ukulele, mostly fingerpicking (I suck so much at fingerpicking), and slowly working through my Netflix's list. I watched Dear Mr Watterson, a documentary about Calvin & Hobbes, and Stripped, another documentary on the history of comic strips, where you can actually hear Bill Watterson's voice doing an interview. First and only time! They were both really interesting, and I learned a lot of things, like the fact that The Beatlesøns did a fantastic version of The Yukon Song, and I've grown quite obsessed with it. :D