So it’s Saturday night…for many people, this means going out with your friends and letting your hair down.
Then there’s me. Here what I just googled:
The answer is yes, they do. Fascinating.
So I’m not dying.
Well, not right this second anyway. My hospital appointment didn’t turn up anything suspicious, so apart from being the most humiliating and painful experience of my life, everything is good.
I was put under heavy sedation, which I assure you was as hilarious as you might think it was. When I was asked if I was allergic to any nuts, I was already out of it. My reply?
“Um, yes…peanusssssss.” Of course, I meant peanuts. Dammit.
I also apparently asked them not to take my legs because I need them for walking.
I may have also called the nurse performing my procedure a sadist but that’s because she was definitely a sadist.
So that’s my news: you guys are stuck with me for a little longer, unless my neighbours who hate me run me over with their snow plough. I’m just kidding, they don’t have a snow plough.
Right now, I’m getting ready for my school holidays and trying not to consume my entire weight in chocolate and Irish cream liqueur.
Come say hello and let me know what’s going on with you.
Here are some owls:
P.S. I’m going to be back annoying you all again so:
I feel like I can honest with you guys. You guys get me. You guys know how weird I am.
So I’m gonna share one of my many weird quirks with you guys. Sometimes I get sad. And when I get sad, I go on the internet and I look at pictures. I look at pictures of…owls. Yes, owls. Before you judge me, have a look at the gallery I have specially compiled for your viewing pleasure and then judge me. Just be advised, any negative comments about owls and I’ll get my army of owls after you. Okay, I don’t have an army of owls.
I know, right??