In a minute I have to get out of bed. When I do, I have to mix up the nasty, sea-water-tasting solution I will have to start drinking as soon as I arrive home from work. I will put it in the fridge to chill, because chilled sea water is more palatable than warm sea water. Still, dread. I will be drinking into the wee-hours of the night in preparation for getting up early and going to the hospital for "the procedure." Blah.
On the flip side, if I can get through a minimal number of script pages early on, I will reward myself with... TV! I still haven't watched the season finale of Extant or dived into Amazon's Transparent (I did get to see the first two episodes at a screening, so I'm thinking I will like it). That's five hours, so probably more than enough, though I also have many saved episodes of Masters of Sex. That project might have to wait until after Paul's writing deadline on October 10.
By tomorrow at this time I will hopefully already be loopy from anethesia and recovering, planning my first meal...
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