Surgery tomorrow. Nothing major, I'm not dying, don't worry. I'll be okay.
Oh, yeah, and it was moved from 11:00 am to 8:30 am. Did my mother tell me this? Not really, I heard her telling Karen tonight. Oh well, no use crying over spilt milk. (I myself would never cry over spilt milk, I rarely ever drink the stuff. [unless it’s with cookies]) {was
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