Saving the best for last
I have this weird habit, that when I like something, I leave it for last. It never fails, be it that piece of chicken that was really good, or that joke amongst 100, I wait and do everything else until I can get to that last bit.
Just wanted to share.
The Vicodin's working I suppose, my mouth feels a wreck, still throbbing in bits and my front teeth are feeling weird. I imagined that the dentist/oral surgeon was using it as a jumping board between shoving his fist all up in my grill and chatting with the nurses. I don't know what I'm saying.
Anyway, I just thought it was odd that I've always saved the best for last.