Okay, I’m gonna tell you guys a lil story about my surgery that literally melted my soul and still makes me watereyed when I talk about it. Sooo this jaw surgery that I had was really, really tough. Lots of incisions, bruising, swelling, bleeding (which I’m in the roughest of at the moment =___=). Rough shit. Anyways, I’ve got a pitbull that was absolutely bummed when I had to spend the night at the hospital. When I get back home, the first night is hell, naturally. I’m all beat up, in tears, and I notice that my pitbull is literally in tears for how bad I felt. Never in my 22 years of life have I ever seen something like that. It was one of the most emotional times in my life since I am a huuuuuuuge animal fan/softie, so that literally is something I will never forget. I’m holding her right now thinking about it. But healing is coming together decently, I suppose, and I’m getting the bands that have my jaw shut loosened so I can eat shit that isn’t carnation breakfast and is real food. Thought I’d share that lil story though since it’s something that has been on my mind since it happened. Hope to be back on the uploading circuit again within a week or two, and thanks to everyone for reaching out with their get-well wishes! ^__^