I have spent half of today obsessing about how much I don't know. Part of it is regret at all of the time that I've squelched, and part of it is this general freak-out feeling I get from peering into the chasm of massive-amounts-of-shit-that-I-don't-know. It's a dead end. I'm going to focus on the certification for the next week so I can get the fucking thing over with. Along with that, Y doesn't think that we're compatible. So it was a great fucking day; just perfect.

My birthday is this coming weekend. Maybe I'll spend the day in bed completely obscured by the covers.

but reading klash's chemotherapy write-up puts things into perspective. :::sigh:::