Second: I did fu** all today, but yesterday I got the joy of taking my mom for a colonoscopy. I was originally going to shock you all with the horrors I faced, but I decided to be nice. The upshot is I'd rather die painfully of colon cancer than get one. So let's hope they come up with a new way of checking for that before I hit 65, eh? Also, yesterday, I got 2 hours to shoot the sh** with
Third: Looking forward to
Four: Off to bed to think about the Nightcrawler self-insert angsty romance story I keep safely tucked in my head, away from the scrutiny of others.