So, my dear friend Carrie knocked me out of my temporary hysteria over the sleep study by pointing out, rightly so, that I just have to go in for one night. It's not like cancer treatments or anything and if it has the potential to change my life for the better, what am I bitching about?
Touché, CC, touché (am I using that world correctly?)
So, my follow-up study is next Monday night and I will TRY not to moan or complain about it anymore...
I'll try really hard.
I can't make any promises though.
I'm going to do my best.
Moving on...I'm about to head to dinner with T then I've got to boogey home and finish this ill-advised talk I agreed to about the history of libraries in America. I should have picked a different, more crowd-friendly topic, but oh well. We'll all learn from it I'm sure.