I need this day off. I need it badly, so badly.
I need to be done with Surgery and doing something else. I need to go to bed earlier, but I'm craving contact with Angel, I didn't get enough over break. I don't think I could ever get enough.
I want to go home.
16 more days of work. 22 days until the exam. 2 months until March - did I tell you, O Best Beloved, that in March I get to do an outpatient month at home in Fort Wayne? They e-mailed me to make sure I still wanted to. Almost over. Almost over.