My mom is making me go to the doctor. So maybe it's legit. I have been sick for almost a good two weeks. Maybe more. She's even coming up to Lincoln to go with me, and although I would never admit it to her, I am so thankful. I hate the doctor. I hate everything about going to the doctor. I am very afraid. But I am also very very sick... So I think I'm ready.
If you are a prayer, please pray for me. It's not that serious... but still, it's scary.
If you are not a prayer... please do whatever it is you do, for me. I would appreciate it. I think I know a lot of non-prayers, this is why I specify.
I don't want to go. Bleh.
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The ramblings, writings and musings of an apprentice. Because "poets are damned but see with the eyes of angels"
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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1 comment:
As a non-prayer, I'm going to build you a robot.
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