3 April 2015
Dear diary...
Another day. Here we go...
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I have to say this but, I'm not really looking forward to the weekend. I mean EVERYONE LOOKS FORWARD TO THE WEEKEND. But not me. Nope. I have to do another 8 surgery's on Saturday, then on Sunday iv'e got 9. And to top it all off, no one from my family is coming to visit me at all 17 surgery's. Right now I am eating a salad and picking out all the beetroot. Eww. (Lucy comes in)
"Hey Sam I have some exciting news!" Great. Exciting news? I never get any. And like they say, "No news is good news." So mabey this is real bad news!?
"What is is?"
"You don't have to do all 17 surgery's!"
"Wow!" I was actaually happy for like 3 seconds but then I fell into normal mode and replyed with a:
"Cool." Lucy leaves the room. I turn on the TV hoping to find my (real) mom on TV. No luck. I'm hoping that this weekend will be a walk in the park because I don't have any surgery's.
Feeling: Ok
:0 Sam.
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