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"Welcome to my head. My thoughts, dreams and pretty much anything else that gets blurbed out."

4 days and counting

*sigh*

Stress, comes in all kinds of shapes and sizes. Right now, my stress is a 4' x 2' x 2' bag known as a "Duffel".

How to pack for a year in 3 bags or less. This really should be the title of a book simply because of the amount of stress involved in answering a question like that.

I've got to pack everything I need for a year in 3 bags. That's rough. Worse is, they gave us a packing list for the first bag and lets just say someone who has never actually packed a duffel bag made that list. Needless to say, I got about half of what they wanted in it before I realized it wasn't happening. So, after 2 hours of working at I'm. I'm a little pissed and decided I will go and get some food before I come back and try again.


In some other news. I had my surgery on Friday and Monday and I'm feeling really good despite that fact that I have eighteen, two inch holes in my body.

Yes, yes. I suffer from a wonderful illness where my body decides it likes to grow fatty deposits in random places all over my arms and legs. Don't worry folks, you cant even see them unless I tell you where they are, and they don't do anything but become annoying when they get large. Thankfully there is no cure and the doctors don't know what causes it. :( However, they do have a solution for the ones that start to be a problem. A little bit of a local anesthetic and some cut and squeeze action, and Viola! Insta-gone.

So I've got 36 stitches in me right now. Mmm Mmmm Hydrocodine!

Well, time to go and get some food and get ready for round 2.

This time duffel. I wont go easy.


-steve

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