Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Day Skeighty-Eight

Dear Universe, 

Surgery tomorrow-- what fun! Thanks for hooking me up with a good doctor.  I really hope everything goes smoothly. Can you please make that happen?

Because, Dear Universe, I am tired of all this. I am ready to go outside. I want to do yoga. I want to run. I want to stretch. I hate the couch. I hate the cast. I hate being unable to take care of myself.  

I'm done, okay? Can everything please go back to normal now?

Regards, 
Alex

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