That's about how much time is left in the month of September {for those of us in the Pacific Time Zone} and yes, I'm keeping track. I want to know exactly how many hours are left that could potentially add to the already long list of shit I've had to deal with thus far this month. September can seriously go fuck itself.

I still feel like crap, but my appetite has returned, which is a sure sign that I'm getting better. I haven't puked since yesterday morning so that's also a plus. I'm hoping my current diet of chicken nuggets and ding dongs will still aid in my weight dropping. I get it's not the best of diets, but that's all I've got in the house right now. That and a new bottle of Tylenol severe cold. It helps keep me from waking up in a coughing fit.

I have an appointment after work on Wednesday so fingers crossed that it goes well. I don't really want to give away too many details on the off chance that it turns out to be highly disappointing. I'm going in with low expectations. I'd rather not gush about it and then have it turn in to nothing. It's still September; still 57 hours left to jinx myself.

Plans for this coming weekend are very slowly starting to take shape. I have absolutely no idea what they were supposed to have been, but I guess it's for the better. I can't be disappointed if I didn't know what I was supposed to be doing. However, this is teaching me not to have high expectations when planning for a situation.

Life has a funny way of teaching you things.

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