I'm a bit more foolish now.

Today at 10:30 I had my wisdom teeth removed, which was quite an experience. It's amazing how painkilling drugs can cause you to trip out and not feel pain, but once they wear off, the pain does not. I also figured out what it's like to be angry at God, because I was angry at God today, because my face hurt so much. I don't like being angry at God, and it's nice that I'm not angry at Him anymore.
Pain seems to make people mellow out a lot. Take my nephew Noah for example: he was always wanting to wrestle, fight, jump, and kick me or any of my brothers, but after he broke his arm he has definitely mellowed out. It's amazing how the ghost of remembered pain can remind us how fragile we are, how stupid we are, and how we need to shut up and be morose every once in a while.
"Even though sorrow may last for the night, joy comes with the morning!" I hope to become a bit more joyful in short order.