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I want a hula hoop.

Well, it's been a long semester. But I survived. And, I think, things went well. I made some new friends, kept the old, and reconnected with the even older. And I'm finally feeling okay with everything. Everything is sort of, well, how it ought to be.

And now it comes down to this.

In a few hours I'll be on my way to Round Rock for surgery. I'm guessing it'll be a long and miserable next few months which is something I can absolutely deal with because misery is one of my favorites. I've been getting ready for it these last few days. The last dorm meal. The last breakfast meal. The last pizza. The last pie. The last this. The last that. The last nose blowing. The last tooth brushing.

It's all been very dramatic, naturally.

But for all the flair and show, I'm looking forward to it. It's been a long time coming. And I've spent a lot of time sitting and waiting for it. And, really, I'm ready to do all of this. Even if I can't chew anything for a few months, it's totally worth not being in pain when it's all over. It's worth just having all of it done and behind me so I can move on to worrying about the next thing.

But I kind of have a feeling that I won't be worrying about anything for a while.

In a few minutes I'll climb into my bed--my bed--and pull the blanket over me and have the best nap I've had all week. And in a few hours I'll be done with this and doped up and tangled up in a surprisingly supportive network of friends and family.

But first.It's the last time I'm ever going to look in the mirror and see this guy. And that scares me.

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