Sick as a dog. No film at eleven.
Still got about an hour on the taxes. Tomorrow we see the accountant. Oh, fucking joy.
Gotta phone the hospital tomorrow and see if they'll even consider the exploratory procedure on Thursday.
Depressed and hurting. That's about all.
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