Tomorrow morning I get six teeth removed. Yeah, six. All four wisdom teeth and two severely broken molars (they're useless)
Why do they call them wisdom teeth? They should call them stupid teeth. If they were so deeply knowledgeable as to be named "wisdom teeth" then they wouldn't be *stupid* enough to grow in like a fat kid squeezing on the couch already filled with other people.
I am ridiculously afraid of being put under.
In less horrifying news, I'm still working on Zecora and Princess Twilight. I've been bombarded by work and attempting to learn Russian so I have no time to sculpt lately. I did, however, sculpt a pumpkin for work for a little contest we're having. A lot of the other entries were cute so I hope I manage to win.
Keep in mind, I am still open for commissions if anyone is interested.
Alas, I must end this journal. My final meal has arrived. My delicious pasta bowl from Dominos Pizza... It's the last meal I will have before I can eat nothing but soup, yogurt, pudding, and eggs.