Where do dentists go on dates?

Maybe we should just give up on this whole blogging thing because our lives really aren't interesting enough to blog about. I got nothin', except on Friday I got my wisdom teeth out.
It was sort of funny, because I had to warn the assistant that the last time I got laughing gas, I ended up hitting on my dentist. I didn't want history to repeat itself, especially since I didn't have the infamously hot Dr. Foss (sorry Kubas... I've never even seen him.) Things went pretty well, though... I woke up and was escorted to my mom's car and ended up laying pathetically in the front seat for like 45 minutes in the Wal-Mart parking lot while she supposedly got my prescriptions.
Since then I've watched 4 movies and subsisted on fried bananas, smoothies, etc. Had I less shame and more adept Blogger skills, I would post a picture of my lovely chubby cheeks (with the eyes blacked out, of course, like they do with photos of Abu Ghraib prisoners or celebrities in rehab.)
That's all I've got. Except that I'm suddenly addicted to the movie V for Vendetta. It's good stuff- I wish I'd seen it in the theater.