kumquat

breep.

i'm going to the doctor.
the doctor.
the doctor.
i'm going to the doctor.
because i'm going to die.

or maybe that's a little dramatical.


it's just a check-up.
but i still hate it.

i saw my old doctor at choices yesterday.
does that mean he lives in the area and i will see him again?
i hope not.

on the weekend i want to pick berries.
and dance around.
feel productive.

off i go.
to the doctors.
but it's not really scary.
i just didn't have anything else to update about.