so i've heard nothing from the neoroligist about my mris. i think that's good, right? i mean if there was somethig horrible on it someone would have called me, i'd think. right? i suppose this means i need to call his office. soon. not yet. i'm enjoying thinking that everything is fine. give me a few days.
in other, more exciting news, my flatiron finally shipped. omg i can't wait. i have no idea how i've lived without one all my life.
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