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Feb 27, 2007 16:01

The dangity dang dang dummies scheduled the wrong heart test for me so today was a huge waste of time. It's the last test I have to pass before I can get a transplant. Then I can start waiting for my perfect match to die. After straightening out the test mess I waited for the van to pick me up. The driver couldn't find me so I spent an hour waiting in the cold until the dispatcher called my cell phone. I waited right where the first driver dropped me off.

Gah! I gotta get the house ready for the kitty delivery. Cats are very territorial and I have to make arrangements to keep her inside until she knows she lives here. Then we'll see about her going out. At least she knows me and I understand her little idiosyncrasies and know how to deal with her. She demands a great respect for her personal space and she's coming from a household with a young child. This may be better for all concerned. Me included.

Now if they wuld just call me to schedule the right test.

You'll die from a Heart Attack during Sex.

Your a lover not a fighter but sadly, in the act of making love your heart will stop. But what a way to go.



'How will you die?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Yeah, if I ever had sex again it would probably kill me!
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