I had the most god awful morning yesterday, one of the doctors just...argh. I swear that there was about 5 seconds where I thought about just leaving. But, blah. I'm not going to let one mean doctor control my life so yeah.

I'm okay now, just really glad that I won't have to see him at all next week.

Everyone else was very supportive though and told me not to worry about it. Yet it's hard not to feel a tad humiliated.

I'm torn over what to do today. I either want to head out for a while or stay here and try to listen to my entire cd collection while I do a major clean of this place.

I suppose I could do both, we're about to run out of toilet paper so I'll have to go out anyway.

I hope this weekend lasts forever.

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