So my dad now doesn't know for sure that they got all of the cancer in his operation. The doctor said the pathology looks "pretty good," but they're going to have to check again in a few months to see if he's going to need radiation or more. I have a pit in my stomach right now. Fuck cancer.
I've also apparently aggravated my tendonitis to the point that I can't even hold a pen, which is going to make grading the last 21 essays I was trying to finish by Friday a bit impossible.
It's 8:30, and I think I'm going to go to sleep. Seriously, enough of today.
Oh Kristin I'm so sorry. Major Fuck Cancer ~ma for your dad.
In ISwearI'mNotSpeakingEnglishSometimes News...
Me: were there any hot dogs left over?
Minion: no
Me: Cool. Usually there are some left over.
5 minutes later...
Minion: uh, what do I do with the hotdogs? There were three left over.
Fuck cancer. And the horse it rode in on.
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No brackets, please. I mean, thank you very much for the support, but seriously, I'm okay. I just needed to say it.
sometimes you just get brackets because we like you.
and
Fuck Cancer
I think I just saw a guest walk out of the snack bar with a fresh icee. We've bee closed since 8:30. There's really no point in going after her.
edit: nebbermind- I just checked the camera & she never went behind snack bar so unless she has Stretch Armstrong arms that wasn't a fresh icee she was holding. Red & blue conical cell phone cozy?
Fuckity. Kneecap just slid out of place. I got it back where it's supposed to be, but I know this is going to be swollen later.
This has totally been a nibbled to death by ducks week.
