|Mine? Not so much.|
How long? I have no idea.
I have a dental procedure scheduled early Monday morning, and I use the phrase "dental procedure" because saying "invasive gum surgery" just wigs me the fuck out. Depending upon how well the dastardly deed itself goes down, my pain level in the days immediately following and how kick-ass the drugs they prescribe me to deal with the aforementioned discomfort truly are, I'll likely be out of commission for at least a couple of days and at most the bulk of the week.
What this means is, well, I probably won't be doing a lot of blogging. Odds are, however, that I will be tweeting, and, as I'm gonna be whacked out of my gourd on pain meds: guaranteed comedy gold!
Oh and also, specifically to those of you with my phone number, if you call and I don't answer I'm not being a dick; it's just because I can't talk. Or maybe I am being a dick. You'll never know.
I'm not entirely sure how or if this will affect the next podcast, but if worse comes to worse you'll just have to make do with another mixtape episode. Although I know how much you guys hate going an extra couple of weeks without hearing my hillbilly drawl.
In the meantime, long days and pleasant nights.
Oh, and if any Catholics in the audience know of a patron saint of periodontics, hit your boy up with a desktop icon. As they say, there are no atheists in dental chairs.