Will be facing the knife tomorrow. Hopefully like a man. Damn. But why is the name on the door a Mr instead of a Dr beats me. He's a specialist though, his name card says so. Reckon I'll be in good hands. Still. Damn...
Am signing off now. Until you know. After.
Dear God. I really need a shot of courage. Right about now.
Thanks to them wishes. Via emails, calls or them texts. Appreciate them much. But still. Bloody chikin. What a pussy. Damn.
Yeah, Weird Al could afford a laugh back then...
...bet he didn't see this though. Ouch!
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