Just five minutes.

I had a horrible time falling asleep last night, and I think it was creeping towards three when I finally crashed. I planned to sleep until 6:30…but it was closer to 7:30 when I actually woke up.

My middle name: procrastination.

My apartments are being sold. The new owners are coming tomorrow morning to inspect their recent purchase, and our property manager sent a memo earlier this week letting us know to be prepared. I haven’t cleaned…and I certainly can’t leave my collection of shoes in my living room.

Liars go to Congress.

My consult with the surgeon was frightening but informative. She answered a lot of questions that have been rattling around in my head for a while, and while I’m still nervous…I feel a little more confident that I’ll be okay after the surgery.

Call the whaaambulance.

Wow, I was a raging bitch all day today. At least three people made comments about it, and everyone was avoiding me as if I might be carrying a weapon in my handbag. I need no weapon, I’ve got a mouth.

Avoidance.

There is a particular subject, or person, that I have avoided discussing lately. Mostly, I’ve not been talking about him because I know that you’re all tired of hearing about it. So, once I quit writing in the locked entries, I decided I would discuss him no longer.

Complete honesty.

This morning I got a reminder call about my appointment with the surgeon that’s coming up this Thursday. Not like I can forget. I know it’s just a consult, and that I’m not actually going to have surgery yet…but this is when we’ll make the plans and set dates and…when there’s no going back.