I was supposed to pack for the hospital today. Instead, I've been futzing around online. And sleeping. And I ate most of a loaf of cinnamon-raisin bread.
I guess to me, hospitals are where you go to die or almost-die. So subconsciously... there's a little kid in me that's screaming "No, please, don't make me!"
I can do this.
I will pack tonight.
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