There's is HOPE.

Nope, this post is not about Barack Obama.

Yesterday I had the bright idea of going shopping... with Billy. Billy is literally a pain in the right side of my body.

I walked a bit too much and even if I woke up tired as fuck, with abdominal pain, high on painkillers, I believe he'll die soon [Billy]. Next week they might take it out, and this time I feel more confident about the whole procedure, even if I'm going to feel like I'm dying [like it happened a month ago] this time I'm almost sure they're ARE REALLY going to take it out...

I wonder if it is like this with everyone, but now that I'm most of the time in bed, or sitting on the couch with nothing to do, and nobody to talk to I realize that I want to do so many things and I'm not ready to, you know... stop living.
So hopefully, Billy will turn me into a better person, or not. But at least I'll try to be more active and get involved in the things I really want to do.

Anyway,. I'm starting to sound like an old lady.

I'm bored... does anyone know a good joke?