Well, I'm off to the surgeon. And now I have that Weird Al song in my head.
I'm doing pretty well. Simon has been amazing. He brought steaks all the way from the Wedge and we had a delicious meal last night, since who knows how long it'll be until I can cut my own meat again.
Last night I vacuumed the house, mopped, AND cleaned out the garage so Simon could get his car in there, too. I'm excited to watch tons of Star Trek movies (on RiffTrax, of course) and do nothing for a couple weeks.
That doctor had better not fuck up my boobs.
Allow me to play you out.