Copping a 'tude, so there! Crap. Biopsy on Friday. Crap crap crap. Right now I'm trying to concentrate on the process and moving through each step with clarity and fuck this. I don't want to be eloquent. I'm pissed off and scared. I'm pissed off that Gary's scared. I'm pissed off at the boss who has just survived breast cancer, and she wants to know why I can't have the biopsy on my regular day off. Because it's SURGERY, not a fucking needle aspiriation, and it's being done under GEN ANESTHESIA, and I'll be DAMNED if I'm scheduling this on her priority. Fuck her, fuck the job, fuck that, I fucking quit. To hell with all of them.
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