I didn't die. Obviously.
I went out fine. Everything went normal. The only issue was that they looked at my tongue and said some flap on it (That skin part underneath or whatever) was abnormally short so they needed to cut it. It's never bothered me and I've always been able to do all this freaky crap with my tongue, but the guy like... totally insisted I have it done so yeah. I have stitches in my tongue. It feels weird.

When I came out of it I was laughing my fool head off going "THIS IS AWESOME" about the anesthesia afterward. Apparently I was all "IT'S LIKE I'M WALKING ON SUNSHINE" in the car too. Until I got sick and we had to swerve into someone's driveway so I could go puke up a bunch of blood and spit my gauze out on their driveway. I'm amused thinking about what these people are going to think when they see that in their driveway.
=Xxrhombo17xX wanted me to call her when I got out so she could lol at me being all loopy so I wrote her number on my hand plus "CALL LAUREN" on my hand. I made someone give me the phone when I got home and sat down, slumped up against a wall, and stared at my hand with her number on it for like five straight minutes then just went all "LOL, I CAN'T READ ANY OF THIS!!" I had like five hands. xD

They gave me vicodin. I just took the first one a little while ago and they are made of win. I am so chilled out I feel like friggin' Buddha or something. I'm never relaxed like this. It's awesome.

Anyway, yeah.