Listening to the Beast #6 and waiting to head out for my doctor appointment.
I'm not worried, seriously, I often go to bed at one in the morning and fall asleep at five thirty, seriously, well pretty much seriously.
I just thought of something. What if I have to get more tests before he decides what to do? I mean, I can only psyche myself up for this so many times before I self destruct, explode, implode, immolate, back out, freak out, cry out, ad infinitum, baby.
So anyway, I should start trying to find my shoes and get ready to leave.
Or as the cowgirl would say: grab your boots and git.
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