My final days of wisdom

Well tomorrow morning will be the big day, I have to go and get all four of my wisdom teeth out. You know when you are about to jump into a lake from a rock cliff, and that thought runs through your head, "If I jump and sack myself on some rocks, will it hurt"? But only the question this time is "Will it hurt to have four teeth ripped from my mouth"? I think I know the answer the question, and that's why I don't want to get it done.

Other then that I have only two things to look forward to this week, no work until Friday, and the Katimavik letter that I have been dying to read since I was selected back in May. The letter has to come from Montreal, and there are a few people in Quebec who got theirs on Friday, so I am hoping for Monday or Tuesday at the latest. We got a damn good postal service, not as good at Sweden's but still it's pretty damn good.