Best feeling ever.
So yesterday I was watching Dr. Oz and there was a segment about a man in a village in the Phillipines I think who had a few limbs of a conjoined twin attached to him, like a leg and an arm and a patch of hair. Anyway, they offered to do surgery to take the parts off but he didn't want to because he thought of the parts as his brother. SO tomorrow I'm going under the knife for the second time to have this ganglion cyst removed from my wrist. I named it Hector because of FOTG but no part of me feels sentimental about removing it. Nothing revelatory, just what I'm thinking. That and I'm lonely.