So my mom is having surgery today and I was going to call her before she went under, but luckily my alarm clock didn’t go off. That’s really great. A really morbid part of me wants to say that if my mom dies today I won’t have been able to say I love her or something. I know I said it yesterday, but still. Yes, I know that’s a stupid thing to say and I shouldn’t talk like that. I am aware, you don’t have to tell me. 

I’m also a couple hours behind for lab because I was going to go in early and work this worry off. The extra hours of sleep, while nice, were the last thing I wanted today.

Now to dress in 5 minutes, pretend to eat breakfast and power through the rest of the day. It already sucks.