Just came from the hospital.

So, my beloved Kitten, Tina, has appendicitis. Or, rather, had appendicitis, but because she no longer has an appendix, is feeling much better.

And there are folks worrying about my well-being right now. It's odd, I mean yes, I'm going slowly mad, but at least my insides haven't turned against me. If there's nothing else I can count on, the only organ acting to my general detriment is my brain, so I might as well be content, yes?

Okay. That being said, I don't much feel like saying any more. Ad thing went well... and the rest of the day was okay... and now I'm pretty ambivilant to continuing. Sorry. Maybe some other time.