I can’t get this song out of my mind. I went to see Augustana last week with a friend and the song just sank into my soul. (They’re great live, btw, but David Ford really stole the show.)
Author: Kevin
yellowbelly
The surgery went fine. The recovery is appearing to be going fine. It’s just the being laid-up part of it that sucks…
my will be done
Tomorrow I get the pleasure of taking the day off of work to have a man I barely know poke, prod, and in general mess with my insides for a little over an hour with the overall goal of improving said insides. For that pleasure, I (by proxy of my insurance) will pay him a lot of money. The reasons why aren’t really important; I’m fine, I’m healthy, and I will continue to be both fine and healthy… although, I will admit to trepidation at the thought of being incapacitated via anesthesia by people with lots of tiny knives.