So, I am officially moving in with Stewart. And by officially I mean we have not told his sister, the landlord, yet, but do not anticipate any problems.
Last week we moved into a larger room, like 20 something square feet larger. And you would be amazed how much difference a functional closet makes in one's attitude towards a living space. We're pretty well settled. My rcord player is hooked up and I just finished listening to my canadian acquisition series (i.e. Luda's money maker and Rod Stewart.
Right now, Stewart is upstairs. He's most likely being yelled by his little older brother for having coffee with his girl friend today. They were talking about what a fuck up he's being lately and how everyone is sick of it and strategies for resolution. I would keep Amanda. The whole thing is ridiculous to me. I just don;t understand how someone gets to 24 trying to argue that candy is a viable way to spend food money.
Caitlin was in the hospital sunday night. She had an absess on her tonsil blocking the back of her throat. My mother had to restrain her when they put the needle in her mouth on account of her poor gag reflex. She went to claw at the doctors who had already jammed a inch draining implement down her throat. The point being that you don't want something that pointy and sharp just dancing around such a delicate area.
The new tumor is 2.2 x 2.3. Not big enough to name. But we find out the course of action on thursday. Until then, Actually until my physical in november, I'm not taking any medication except my allergy stuff as needed.
The end.
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