* I screamed a lot. Thankfully the swelling has gone down considerably and temperature changes aren't as painful as they were, but I still can't chew as painlessly as I'd like. Fortunately I have been able to sustain myself on a fine liquid diet (Beverage Boy Rule #78: Beverage Boy is always prepared!) and by liquid diet I don't mean booze (Beverage Boy Rule #3: Beverage Boy stays well-hydrated!)
I did, however, take NyQuil to keep the screaming fits down to a minimum, and had at least one night of pillowy soft dreams accompanied by a subsequent shiny shoulder day (that's when you have that aura of comforting well-being around you, and when you yawn, it feels as if God himself is giving you a backrub. Oh, opiates.)
* I didn't get much done. This is not a good thing. I am supposed to be editing a script for our New Year's show. However, considering that I couldn't even effectively play a rousing game of Be A Pirate By Fitting Funny Shaped Pieces Of Wood Into The Hull (Or Swapping Around Blue Shapes To Make The Bilge Go Down) without being distracted by the pain, perhaps that's for the best. You don't want lines of dialogue such as:
LUMPY: I dunno, Red, it looks as if EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER
Tonight however seems to be a good night to sit back down and dodge laser cat mental eyes.
* Forrest J Ackerman died, a month after we learned he hadn't long to live. He received an amazing amount of support from friends all around the globe, and lived to see his 92nd birthday. Forry didn't believe in an afterlife, so it'd be silly to say he's "up there watching us now" but a little part of me wants to think his consciousness has made it to the stars, at least.
* It snowed. At least, that's what everybody tells me.