n'est pas

I had a wisdom tooth removed this morning (by what seemed like eight asian dentists) and now I'm stuck at home on vicodin. I say stuck at home on vicodin like it's a bad thing, but my creative director was yelling at me to GO HOME earlier when I went in to finish up some work. I don't like leaving things to other people, other people are idiots.
I can't wait until I am the boss.

And also, I can't decide which show is worse: reba or bernie mac. Or not being able to smoke for three or four days.