I am so, so, so tired. I went to the nurse today and she took my blood to test my hemoglobin. I have to go back in tomorrow at 8am to see the doctor. A friend of mine interrupted a nap (one of several I've had today) to come and hang out with me for a while, and he sat on the edge of my bed while I woke up, and talked in the dim light, and stroked my hair, and rubbed my shoulders, and I wonder what I did to deserve it, and I'm too tired to love so hard.
But of course I will anyway.
But of course I will anyway.
So did we turn a debate into a spat? I don't know. Something about that I like more than a simple debate. What is it?