so I had a really bad dream that I woke up from, rolled over all whimperin and cuddlin like and then he gave me reason 194,6587,536,001 of why he's my hero.
csi marathon allll day = the shit.
I don't feel like taking a shower and getting dressed.
So uhh I cleaned my room. Did massive amounts of laundry. Actually put massive amounts of laundry away. Cleaned my bathroom for the most part. Semi made dinner. Made kickass cherry sweet tea. Did my bangs.
so I'm out of the hospital. I've become heavily addicted to snickers. I can't remember the last time I was this happy. I've fallen. It's gonna kill me.
I'd like to be all better again, so can we get a move on with that?
ok so yes i'm in the hospital. no, I don't think i'm dieing. I have two blood clots in the veins in my liver. some they are not sure of. I don't know when I am getting released and it sucks.