two weeks...two weeks...two weeks...two weeks...only two weeks. what do i do with two weeks? that's fourteen days. yes, possibly a few more, but, also, possibly a few less. (manically laughs) it's alright though. i never wanted to marry him anyway. i never wanted him to be the father to my unborn children. i mean i was just saved from being a soccer mom. i should be grateful for that. i was also saved from having to attend my sisters 21st birthday party. all it was going to be was sitting at a table watching her drink alcohol for the first time. or so to god i hope so. just so you know, i didn't ask for this. why would i? but i never stopped fighting. not even now. it's just cancer's a bitch and has much more firepower than i. she's pearl harbor, and i, i'm japan. i fought and was winning for a while. but she surprised me and came back harder. and now, i'm the walking dead. why? why me? (chuckles) two weeks.
