i can take care of you like you take care of me

today i feel: sick
today i'm hearing: ben folds -- songs for silverman
today i'm thinking: i need more sleep

I'm having surgery! Great, huh?

I've had this mole on my hip my entire life. Recently, it's started to look a little funny. Now, with my family history of weird skin shit (Da's death moles, Uncle Don, etc), I figured that, one day, this would start to happen and I'd need to get it checked out. That day was, apparently, today. And in true SIUC style, I was given a doctor who admits to knowing absolutely nothing about moles. ...Yep.

So they set up another appointment. For early November--which seems like a really long time from now right now. And they're going to take it off. When I grow up, my body will be nothing but one giant scar.

I wish these things weren't drawn out so much. I wish they could just get me fully evaluated today and give me an appointment for early next week and be done with it. I just want it gone, you know? Well, I don't; I just got used to the damn thing. But if it needs to come off, I want it off so that I don't worry about it. Because I know I'm going to worry about it: they gave me three weeks to do nothing but worry about it. It doesn't even matter that I wasn't worried about it before. Just do it quick; like a band-aid.

Oy vay.

Today will be spent with laundry, homework, and rehearsal. That's what I'm going to focus on now.