Fack

Barb's surgery is tomorrow now...so many stops and starts..."aggressive brain tumor" sounds so daunting...in my mind I imagine them going in and popping it out like a walnut...with a "pop" sound and everything...easy peasy...POP! Then she wakes up and is a-ok...that shit happens often enough - it may as well happen to her.

Last night was a complete pile of retardation. Funniest story to tell but no time...from now til Wed its going to be go go go no time for shit all...
A. comes home Tuesday...eagerly...she sounds a bit desperate to resume her quiet life of solitude and independence...she came by her need for that honestly I guess...cannot fault her for it.

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The End.