twas the night before...

In exactly twelve hours, I should be waking up from surgery. Despite all the horror stories (three more today—THREE!), I cannot wait to just have it over. Whatever will come, at least it will come, be here, then be over. Probably not that simple, I know, but still. I hate waiting for things. Even things that suck. Even when HWMNBN said he was leaving, he offered to stay with me for as long as I needed. Days, weeks, months. Whatever I needed. I said if he knew he was leaving, he should leave. I hate waiting for the axe to fall. Of course, I hate waiting for wings to sprout too (ie, publishing, etc.).
I will say this, it has been a fun, fun week or two, giving in to every single food craving I’ve had. Really, it’s been a blast. I finished a huge second dinner tonight of awesome burgers and I just returned from McDonalds were I had a huge iced tea, fries, and a McFlurry (Dairy Queen wasn’t open). I have twenty more minutes until I have to stop drinking water. While it’s been fun, I’m looking forward to finally getting back in shape and feeling somewhat sexy again—been a long, long time.
Alright, off to cuddle with the puppies and fall asleep, then get this thing over with!
Now, I lay me down to sleep (that prayer always goes through my mind when they put me under)…