Not The Most Thrilled

I am home today. It has been more than two weeks since my diagnosis, and it's just hitting me now. It's strange how much a person's brain can just shelve away for later.

I am eating cold pizza, watching bad daytime talk shows, and making future plans for buttered popcorn and more bad daytime talk shows.

I am not the most thrilled.

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