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So I called my mom this morning to give her some updates on miscellaneous stuff.  I sure hope I don't die tomorrow or she's really going to feel like crap!  She rushed me off the phone because someone else was on the line.  Not that I think she doesn't love me...God knows she's put up with me way longer than most parents would...but just keep that in mind when you're feeling bitchy and short.  Life can be the same.

I don't know that I have a whole lot to add tonight.  It's about 8:30pm - I'm sick to death of beef broth and jello.  At the movies on Sunday I kept fantasizing I might suck on a few pieces of my friends popcorn and spit it out like chewing tobacco...but figured I wouldn't have the will to do it.

I have to be at the hospital at 7am...and neither Sharon nor I are particularly great morning people.  I told her to pull up and honk the horn.  I'd wave and get in and we could mutually ride silently in the dark in sullen discomfort.

I've packed a small bag with a nightgown, my Kindle and a tube of chapstick.  I can't think of anything else I could possibly need.  Hell, I can't even think of why I would need to wear a bra.  I'm going to get there and there going to tell me to put on one of those hideous ass-flapping gowns anyway, right?  Maybe a toothbrush should be added to the list I guess.

Just finished listening to my favorite song: Drift Away by the Dobie Gray.  I don't know why, but years ago I heard it on the soundtrack to Wonderland - an uplifting little movie about the beginning of porn...and it struck me as a gospel song.  So whenever I hear it, I get a little weepy hoping Jesus enjoys Southern Rock just as much as I do.Drift Away

So signing out.  God speed and good luck.  Chat soon ya'll.

Cam