My appointment is for 9:30 tomorrow morning, for the Final Procedure.

I haven't been online; even now, I'm only around for a moment to check email and update with this. We're packing the moving van - tomorrow Robert leaves to head down to Caleb with all his stuff.

The apartment is very empty.

I have some serious stuff to say to various people... I've come to a few rather rough decisions and although I don't want to make them, I think that it's about time I grew up. *sighs* Don' wanna grow up. It's not fun.

I'm tired, and hurting a LOT. Diverticulitis, or something like that. They think that's what might be wrong with me now... and apparently, it's happening because of the painkillers, and yet it will take MORE painkillers to help fix it. *blinkblink*

I don't have much else to say. I'm trying to get in touch with Juliet and Grr, to figure out who the heck is actually gonna take me down there at such a ridiculous hour, hang around for another hour or two, then get me home (or in Grr's case, perhaps, just to her place).

I'll be back online eventually. It might be a few more days, though.

Sorry.