  ARGH! So Christmas is coming soon, and I haven't done but a smidge of shopping for everyone. I've been busy, and not really interested. But now I am... ...and it's almost too late. :( See, it's funny. I finished my final final.
I finished my portfolio. I graduated. I'm done. I sat through the loooooooong commencement which was made enjoyable by the company I kept, then I went to the University president's mansion -- the one he lives in rent-free along with the 360k yearly income -- for being the president. Doesn't even have to teach, the freak. Anyway, I ate a few pounds of dessert bars and several glasses of Strawberry punch before going out for Mexican to the greatest place in the world, ironically named La Cucaracha.
I got a margarita the size of my head and when I was done with all that, the night was still young, so I hung out with a fellow graduate and it was an awesome night. Okay, enough about graduation. Now on to the bitching: I did my pre-op physical today, and I'm cleared. The Dr. didn't feel anything abnormal when he rubbed my testicles, except my knee in his groin. I will be OK to get surgeried next Monday!
Then, no more typing for meeeeee! This is problematic. It's like, I was not worried at all about my finals or commencement, for one reason or another, but here I am, graduated (potentially), with my whole life ahead of me, but my surgery has me so down. What the hell? I'm being all whiney and gay and weak. It will pass once I get the surgery over with, but until then I need some strength.
Any Capricorns out there willing to be my stabilizing force? 
