T minus....well, none I guess.

So this is it. Tomorrow is almost here, as is the surgery. I am so ready. I am so over waiting for all this to come. I am done feeling so anxious all the time and yelling at people and being so f'ing annoyed that I wanna scream. My mom has tolerated me fairly well, I suppose. She did keep trying ot make me try on housecoats in xl at ross as a subsitute for a bathrobe. I almost killed her. Eventually I convinced her to leave there before I threw up. It was close.

I feel ike this should be some great monumnetal blog entry but, to be honest, I am done talking about this. It doesn;t help that my computer sucks ass and is makign this all so annoying to do.

Those of you whom I love, you know it. Those of you whom I don't, you aren;t reading this anyway so who the fuck cares? Maybe I will make Andrea write a little update while I am doped up at home on thursday or soemthing. That might be funny.

Whatever. I am out. See you on the other side.