23 years ago today was the day I was concieved. Yeah, you heard me right.

According to how some would view when life begins pre-birth, I could be considered 23 years old today.

But really now, I'm still 22 until December 1st - but it is fun to think about.

...Eeew, not like that! I don't want to picture my parents getting it on, thanks.

So what did I do to celebrate you might ask? Well, I got needles poked in my face and a tooth reconstructed.

A few months ago a cavity fell out, and I didn't do anything about it. Stupid idea, 'cause two nights ago a chunk of that tooth broke off. But all's well now - 'cept for the fact that the right half of my face is numb and I keep accidentally biting my lip.

Anyways, I don't have anything important to say. So I'm just gonna stop writing.