I feel like groaning. And not in the good sense. Getting back to work makes me tired.

I packed plastic things. Many plastic things. And somehow managed to not fall asleep. A miracle. Then I hit the gym, and hit it hard. Well sort of hard. A little.

Nothing exciting. I just have to make it to Friday. That's the big event of course. Hopefully I'll be getting some answers from the doctors. It's a little scary. But then there shouldn't be any surprises really.

I'm going to get my hair cut on Friday too. I booked an appointment in the morning. So I'll go do that and then off to the hospital to impress the nurses with my dazzling new do. And the doctors too of course. I'm simply irresistable. Yes.

I want an mp3 player. I need some more music in my life. Now that I leave the house so often I must be able to take music with me out of the house. Yes. Today at work I was singing R.E.M. songs in my head while packing those plastic things. It's just not the same. I'm no Michael Stipe.

Maybe I should get my head shaven.

Naw.

Congrats to Lindsay who might be graduating as I type. Or sometime soon. Or recently. Congrats to everyone graduating these days. Does anyone remember that MTV hit that was like a graduation speech or something? Or it was advice to the people graduating. I can't for the life of me remember it now.

Yes, yes. I know, Bart. I'm too tired for google though.

Don't point that thing at me!

Okay, that's it. Off to dreamland for me.

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