Today I went to the hospital to retake all my tests. They were supposed to pronounce me cured. They did not. I'm getting more and more distressed and would really like a glass of wine, which of course I'm not allowed to have because of the medicine I'm on. I go to another specialist on Monday, which happens to be the day my partners-in-crime leave.
And how is your day going?
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