knifed.

[deadathome]

tomorrow at 1:30 i get to have the surgery. they'll make a small cut just
below my neck in the nice U shaped dip between my clavicles. put your
finger there now please...

a scope about the length and width of a pencil will then travel down under
my sterum and investigate this bilateral hilar edenopathy. if something
looks amiss, they cut a piece and culture it into something. hopefully
something benign. i have formed this idea in my head called the "wish
malady". it is the problem that has caused all the other problems my life
has seen. depression, anxiety, malaise, poor-decision making, body odor,
low sex drive, chain smoking, itches behind the knees, myopia, gut growth,
inability to pay bills on time and my desire to get drunk and sleep in the
backyard. and tomorrow, they will find the "wish malady" and pluck it out
like a sliver of carbon sticking straight out of an otherwise healthy,
white, smooth, fluid draining lymphnode.

my other hope, save for the "wish malady" and the non-cancer, is that when
i wake up from anesthesia i say something amazingly profound.

lend me a moment of your concentration at 1:30 pm central time. make
something wonderful happen for me.

see you soon,

-jon. a. evans.