Tomorrow is the big day. The day of promise. The day of hope. Everything rests on tomorrow.

I’m filled with hope of tomorrow. Ick. Now the song from Annie is running in my head. Make it go away!

I’m not allowed a computer in the hospital, but I can smuggle in my Blackberry. My techie friend has set this up so I can send my blog in via my Blackberry. I’m not that technically proficient, but he promised it will work when I’m there. I just have to make sure I’m not caught with my illegal Blackberry.

And if I’m busted, I’ll write stuff on a hospital napkin and let my friend type it up for me. He’s a good guy. And a fag, or I’d be married to him.


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