Three hours, twenty eight minutes until I have to be at the hospital.
I really, really hate going under anaesthetic.
I’m sitting here in my pajamas, watching Season 5 of Burn Notice, trying to distract myself.
I still need to pack my day-bag, pack my if-I-have-to overnight bag, charge my netbook and my iPod, find my headphones, charge my 3DS and DSi, make sure my paperwork is finished and ready to go, make sure my medications and inhaler are in a zip-lock bag and make my bed. I’ve also got some art to upload to Deviantart (ugh, if my scanner feels moved to work, that is) and I need to get started on a birthday theme for this site (ten years, this July. That is crazy.)
Three hours, twenty three minutes.
Gabrielle Anwar is frelling awesome as Fiona.
i asked Mum to grab me some hair bands without metal bits. I thought one package. My mother and sister bought me three packages in a rainbow of colours I don’t know why, but it made me laugh.
I am starving. I feel like scrambled eggs and toast. And a hot chocolate.
Three hours and nineteen minutes. I need to get organised.