Monday, April 20, 2009
I dislike having someone knock me out for a "procedure." Yeah. I love how the docs call it a procedure. I am so sure I will talk in my sleep and say something incredibly stupid or suggestive that will keep the surgeon from holding the scalpel steady. "Hey, doc, you up for a threesome with the anesthesiologist?" Man, I know it would be worse than drunk talking. "I love you, man. I mean I really love you."
I only went once to camp and the only thing I remember is the girl sleeping in the bunk above me telling me how we had had a whole conversation and boy wasn't that funny because I did not remember a thing about it. I feel like if someone were to ask me a question in that condition I might say the truth. The problem is, I am not always sure what that would be.
I only hope I'm not like poor Bizkit in this video. Propelling my legs frantically in my sleep and then running into a wall.