The countdown is on.
In just over 9 hours ET will arrive at the hospital, freshly topiarytasticly trimmed and ready to party.
That is if getting your gut slit open is a party.
Either way, thanks to the wonders of modern medicine, and western indoor plumbing, she will go there with her body truly in temple state. A very empty temple.
Also, seeing as she can't eat anymore until the grand opening, I have to fend for myself.
I am lowered to levels normally reserved for street urchins in the lane ways of Rio, and I have to...
...sorry, it's making me emotional...
I have to....
...get my own dinner.
What a selfish cow.
Though, if you are as big hearted a person as I am, you will forgive her these self absorbed insanities and wish her well.