I have surgery tomorrow. It worries me. I hate not knowing whether I will live or die. I mean, we never really know. Often we find ourselves in situations where we are lucky to be alive. We just don't go looking for them. I don't even know what's wrong with me. I'm sure there's a technical term for it, but nobody ever told me.
Tomorrow is a funny word. I often confuse letters in words that have double letters. I know how tomorrow is spelt, but I will still write tommorow. It gets all jumbled in my brain.
I hate Mondays. Tomorrow is Monday. Figures.
I don't really like this year so far.
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