::i'm wearing a very disgruntled expression::
okay well its tuesday and what can i say? actually, it feels really
late in the week. i think thats because i didn't have work yesterday
and i never do on sunday. so i think the two day break made it what it
was. yeah, i fucking missed work on monday to go to my surgery pre-op
and i get there and they ask about all the blood work i was supposed to
have done. i was like, uh, duh i did that on thursday they drew five
viles of my fucking blood they better have done blood work. did they?
no. all they had to do was do a rbc count and a wbc count. what did
they do with like, two pints of my blood?!!??? i don't think i really
want to know the answer to that. so yeah, my surgery is in one week.
i'm scared. i'm such a fucking wuss.
my brother leaves tomorrow. he will be in maryland and i'll never see him.
i think i can get over it pretty easily, actually.
today is robbie's birthday. obviously i'm not kicking it with him. its only 9 o'clock. last night he was over until about 10.30 or so watching "harold and kumar go to white castle" with me. we were supposed to watch "saw", too, but we didn't. and i saw him sunday, too. i like hanging out with robbie. i miss hanging out with bill. i'm never going to see him anymore. i probably won't see him for like, a year. weird.
i'm so fucking tired. i really think i should go to bed. but my mind is too awake with thought. what should i do? i truly don't have the energy to type it all in here, so i think i'll go hit up my bed and my book.
toodles.
my brother leaves tomorrow. he will be in maryland and i'll never see him.
i think i can get over it pretty easily, actually.
today is robbie's birthday. obviously i'm not kicking it with him. its only 9 o'clock. last night he was over until about 10.30 or so watching "harold and kumar go to white castle" with me. we were supposed to watch "saw", too, but we didn't. and i saw him sunday, too. i like hanging out with robbie. i miss hanging out with bill. i'm never going to see him anymore. i probably won't see him for like, a year. weird.
i'm so fucking tired. i really think i should go to bed. but my mind is too awake with thought. what should i do? i truly don't have the energy to type it all in here, so i think i'll go hit up my bed and my book.
toodles.