"Get Myself to Bed by Eight..."

Manon? I'm posting my fail at life for your sake. I hope you appreciate it.

(recommendation: do not play this loud. I think I'm deaf in one ear from the combination of my inability to sing plus the volume of my inability to sing.)

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I have surgery to-morrow morning; I only mention this incidentally. It's nothing serious. They're taking the cancer out of my shoulder, the one that's been lying in there asleep (I think I was supposed to medicate in preparation for this to-day, but I--didn't), and that's all.

I pulled an all-nighter for my exam, and I think I failed anyway. In any case--to-day at work, a gentleman came in and bought seventeen bags of dill pickle flavoured sunflower seeds and a bottle of gatorade from me. I mention this for Luisa--I mention this because Luisa will laugh, and I much intend for that. Actually, Luisa, some time you should make me telephone you and tell you all the work stories I have in me, because it's worse than my grandfather, I swear it is. You should hear--I think you'd laugh a lot.

Heaven knows I'm tired. I finished four of the six essays I have due this week; at least that's good.