Remember those stones from a few weeks ago? Tomorrow, they'll be removed from by body -- along with my gallbladder -- by who I can only imagine is a Luke Skywalker-channeling, saber-toting surgeon who uses boring surgeries like mine to brush up on his Star Wars skills. I told you he's young and cute... he's probably still into Star Wars, right?
Anyway, so my lying around in bed for a day or so could do one of two things: A. actually force me to do the one thing I've avoided over the past few years -- rest... or B. make me crazy and force me to blog all the craziness that I've been meaning to tell you about over the past couple of months.
It's anybody's guess, wouldn't you say?