I wonder how long it is going to take my mom to realize that saying, "but you're 21 years old!" doesn't make me any less autistic when she is asking me to do something I apparently "should" be able to do but can't.

Ohhh well. I am getting my wisdom teeth out on Monday. I really don't want to do laughing gas but I will probably need to. I am not pleased. I need to get ahead in my work between then and now so I can afford to be in a vicodin induced stupor for a couple days.