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Today is Monday; Tomorrow is Apocalypse.

This is a very personal sort of post, one I will contemplate even "publishing" online because of its very private nature. It is a journal entry in the purest form. So bare with me as I expose my vulnerability. 

Tomorrow I have surgery. It really sort of pisses me the fuck off, because I can't have a drink of water after midnight, and I don't check in the next day until like 10:10, and that's a whole lot of water and Denny's I could be enjoying, but oh no don't have a drink of water because we're going to stick tubes down your throat later.

See, this is really personal shit here.

5 comments:

  1. So does that mean you're not taking me out to breakfast before your surgery?

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  2. Oh no, I'll still take you. Wouldn't want you missing a meal on account of me.

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  3. Haha. As if I'm going to risk even taking a drink of water in front of you after midnight. Pfffffffft.

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  4. You were clearly overreacting here.
    Hope you've had enough water by now, big baby.

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