Mum made pulled pork yesterday. NGL, I wouldn't care if she had made it for Christmas one bit. Mmm~ BBQ foods. ♥

Edit: She also made rum balls but all I can think of is "Why am I eating booze" blech. I'd rather drink it.

So nervous. So fucking nervous. I know I will be knocked the hell out but I am so fucking nervous. This is the first majour medical procedure I've ever needed - /knocks on wood - and I am nervous as fuuuuuuck. Shit, I have like five more hours before I have to go in. ;w;

/corner

/whimpers

/penguin plushie cuddles

Edit: Okay, one hour. ;w;