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Well, Phoebe (my cat) knows something really wrong. She won't leave my side. An ominous sign, I think. Maybe it's just my stress about my surgery tomorrow. This shit SUX.
One of my Oncologists says I'm NOT getting worse...which means I'm not getting better, either. But perhaps after this surgery, and the one on Friday- two in one week! yay!
Stay Positive... think positive... hey, is that like adding, because I can do addition! ha ha ha
I'm losing my wit. I need to stop shutting myself up... it's just not good for my ability to verbally reduce anyone in my path into a crying, shredded up, piece of un-reusable flesh. I refuse to lose my touch. I must be able to tear scathingly into any deserving person/thing I encounter. It's a mission. I DO have to actually survive surgery tomorrow first... but I will, unless the Anesthesiologist fucks up.
Well, I better go and try to sleep, or at least pretend that I'm trying, as it will be impossible to actually sleep. I know this from experience. I've never slept the night before surgery, and I've had 4. Well, 6 if you count the 2 Colonoscopies!!. Maybe I should just say fuck-it and go for a drive and go to the Belgial Waffle and Omlette House and pretend to eat Cheese Fries, then drive up one od the canyons...Little Cottonwood Cnayon, and try to walk down to the river without breaking something, and take my jar of pennies, and flip them into the river one by one wishing with each that ...Well, that's between me and my Goddess, and ZAC! One wish will be a yes response from you regarding that part I asked for 'ahem'.
It isn't really safe for a pretty young lady to wander into the woods alone in the middle of the night, but I'll take a couple of my guns, my 3-D cell MagLight, and one of my tasers. Plus I get phone service all the way up to Alta Ski Resort. And I just went shooting last Saturday with my ex-fiancee, and shot 60 rounds from his .44 Mag Desert Eagle with a 4"spread at 50 yards, and shot his MP10 with the 9mm barrel and sub-sonic rounds and sound supressor, and with the .45 barrel with sound supressor. Plus I shot 200 rounds for practice with my Walther P22 and 200 rounds with my .357 Mag Snub-nose 7-shot revolver.
One of my Oncologists says I'm NOT getting worse...which means I'm not getting better, either. But perhaps after this surgery, and the one on Friday- two in one week! yay!
Stay Positive... think positive... hey, is that like adding, because I can do addition! ha ha ha
I'm losing my wit. I need to stop shutting myself up... it's just not good for my ability to verbally reduce anyone in my path into a crying, shredded up, piece of un-reusable flesh. I refuse to lose my touch. I must be able to tear scathingly into any deserving person/thing I encounter. It's a mission. I DO have to actually survive surgery tomorrow first... but I will, unless the Anesthesiologist fucks up.
Well, I better go and try to sleep, or at least pretend that I'm trying, as it will be impossible to actually sleep. I know this from experience. I've never slept the night before surgery, and I've had 4. Well, 6 if you count the 2 Colonoscopies!!. Maybe I should just say fuck-it and go for a drive and go to the Belgial Waffle and Omlette House and pretend to eat Cheese Fries, then drive up one od the canyons...Little Cottonwood Cnayon, and try to walk down to the river without breaking something, and take my jar of pennies, and flip them into the river one by one wishing with each that ...Well, that's between me and my Goddess, and ZAC! One wish will be a yes response from you regarding that part I asked for 'ahem'.
It isn't really safe for a pretty young lady to wander into the woods alone in the middle of the night, but I'll take a couple of my guns, my 3-D cell MagLight, and one of my tasers. Plus I get phone service all the way up to Alta Ski Resort. And I just went shooting last Saturday with my ex-fiancee, and shot 60 rounds from his .44 Mag Desert Eagle with a 4"spread at 50 yards, and shot his MP10 with the 9mm barrel and sub-sonic rounds and sound supressor, and with the .45 barrel with sound supressor. Plus I shot 200 rounds for practice with my Walther P22 and 200 rounds with my .357 Mag Snub-nose 7-shot revolver.