I’m sitting in Neuro Lab right now.
Let’s just say thw worse case scenario is now a reality. Someone put a bullet in my
head before I do please.
Well, not really. But I’m sure it would be less painful than the alternative.
Ok… so I’ve relocated to the DOS office.
It seems my SPOP letter is sitting back the apartment, according to consiglieri.
I don’t want to open it. I have this feeling in my heart that the outcome isn’t a
positive one. I can’t help the feeling either. It’s just something that hangs heavy
on my heart…
It hangs heavy with truth.
And no.. it’s not just the cholesterol.
Man, I wanna scream.