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Because there's bound be to be many emotions as I go await the surgeon, I'm just going to keep writing as thoughts occur to me. I'll post, then edit, and then rinse, reuse, and recycle.

First thought: I am inexplicably angry at the guy who was supposed to go with me to see NIN tomorrow. For the past few weeks, I've just felt sad and kinda humiliated and abandoned. Now I'm just pissed. I realize that $100 is not a lot of money for him, but it is for me. I was really looking forward to having some fun. I think this feeling is coming from worry about Momma and my lack of control over my life in general these days. However, it could just be that agreeing to do something, and then not doing it, is shitty. It's shittier to do it (or not) without notice.

Am now trying really hard not to get a visual of the surgery. Distraction: check email, continue game of Bejeweled 2.

Was wrong; surgery started just now - 3:45pm.

Now that I've left a VM for my father, am now obsessively watching the door because I'm afraid he'll show up, bringing his crocodile tears and endless need to touch me.

I could eat paint, I'm so hungry.

Made call re: hungry. Hopefully will at least get some fries or something in an hour.

The random guy who changed the channel on the TV in the waiting room is now forcing us all to watch a special on digestive disorders. Suddenly, am not so hungry.

Sorry, folks, it's not as much fun to blog as if I'm Tweeting. If I have a decent topic, I'll blog, otherwise, just follow me.