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Day One Hundred Twenty Eight:  Farewell.

I’m off to Toronto for the evening with my parents before my operation tomorrow morning.  I will be sort of lazy on posts for the following week, I don’t really want too much pressure or anything to impede on my healing, but I’ll try to keep up regardless.  It shouldn’t be too hard, but sometimes I get frustrated when I have to follow certain instructions post-op.  I am what some might call, stubborn, and so I certainly do things my own way.  I’m not really a fan of being told what to do……unless I ask, of course.

For now I’m in good spirits, but that might be because I had a fantastic day yesterday and this morning hasn’t been so bad either.  I’m almost packed, kind of, because I haven’t really finished at all and haven’t decided if I want to bring more clothes to wear or just wear the same clothes post op….  Bleh, decisions, I guess this post will be more stream of consciousness than I’d have liked, but what can I do now?  I’m already started and going through, as if I can erase it all now?  Who erases their work?

Zoe told me yesterday that I should write a book.  Maybe I will.  How many words is a novel?  I’m going to google this. Google answers said 80 000 to 120 000 or whenever the story is told.  I think I could do that.  I’m much better at scripts and poems, because those are less restricted and more room to breathe, but I guess I want a book, and the story’s right there.  I like writing.  I like writing this blog, and writing little poems, and thinking about writing.  There is a good chance that I will be happy writing for a long time now, because I started these blogs two years ago.  I’m no Julie and Julia or anything, but, who has the patience to cook that much, anyway?

Maybe Next year I’ll make a themed blog.  Like every day of the week is a new adventure, or something.  I might wait until after I graduate for that.  I’m going to make sure that I continue writing though.  I would also really like to start planning some different adventures as well, because if anything I just want to be an adventurer.

I remember when we got to Paris and we sat down at that little café for dinner, completely drained, dehydrated, exhausted, and we smiled and said we were finally Adventurers.  Capital A.  We are da bomb.  I never want to lose that feeling, of absolute wonder, like Russian Santa! (to understand that reference, watch the Rise of the Guardians).

I should end this here.  It has been a stream post, which are cop-outs but sometimes necessary.  I hope you’ve enjoyed learning what’s in my head right at this very moment.  Like I’m wondering if I should wear my green light jacket or a sweater to the hospital tomorrow, but you, my friend, will never know.

OR maybe you will.  Shit, okay I’m done.

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