Wish me luck.

I have to leave in approximately 45 minutes to get a root canal. I'm actually really tired right now, so I can't imagine what state I'll be in once I'm given some horse anesthesia and pushed back onto the streets of Chicago all by my lonesome. With my luck, I will forget about the post-it in my pocket that details which busses I have to take to get home and end up passed out behind the counter at a Dunkin' Donuts, drooling on the linoleum and muttering to myself about dolphin-safe tuna.

Hot:
It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia on Hulu
String cheese
Sleep

Not:
Root canals
Inexplicable fatigue
Ballet flats that smell like cat poo