Inbedlol -Lewis

As the title suggests. Well, more of a fact than a suggestion. I am in bed. But why you ask?! Because that science experiment bullshit was bullshit. I thought I could hack it, but sleep has proven otherwise. It has been such a struggle today. Proper over laid. It proved to be more of a challenge than I expected. I found out an interesting thingy about sleep. I say interesting, it could mean stupidly dull. Which is probably what I mean when I say 'interesting'. You should actually have 9 hours of sleep a night. It has been proven that having 8 hours is worse for you than having 9. Apparently you're still in quite a deep state of your REM cycle in the 8th hour of sleep. Providing you haven't woken up to do a shit in the middle of the night. Which, funnily enough, has never happened to me. I wake up, think 'oh. I need a shit, what an interesting turn of events...' then i fall back asleep and go in the morning. It would take a small explosion or some really hot chick to get me out of bed in the middle of the night. Or if I have really bad cotton mouth. That is the worst fucking feeling in the world. Anyways. Where was I? Oh yeah. That thing I was chatting about. The experiment. I've disbanded it. Wait. Is that a word? For the sake, I'm going to say yes. Yes it is. I really thought I was going to be some revolutionary magician man when I thought I would do that. But just 25 hours after, I thought 'meh. Fuck it.'
So yeah. Early night for Lewis.

OH! Big news. I don't know if everyone knows about this, but I have a big ball. Yes I mean ball as in testicle. To which I've been to countless hospitals and doctors to try and find out what's gwarning. At first I went to my GP and he was like 'yeah, I'm referring you to the cancer ward...' which actually made me cry for quite a considerable amount of time. Then I got ultrasounded down there, which, might I add, was one of the worst experiences of my life. It was horrible, not to mention, un-naturally cold.
After all these tests and blood work and shit, I finally got seen by someone at the Hallamshire hospital, I now have gotten my letter back from them confirming that I am going to be having an operation to sort out my big ball. (it's actually called a Hydroseal, but I think it sounds too much like a Pokemon, so I just refer to it as my big ball. Or big ball Paul. Depends what mood I'm in) so yeah. This morning I got the letter saying I'm going to be going under the knife on the 21st of December. At first I was bummed that it was 4 days before Christmas and I wouldn't be able to drink... But then I thought, 'Hey, why not have normal balls for 2012? It'll be a nice change.' so that's the attitude imt taking towards it. I'm glad I won't e missing any college and such.
So yeah. That's been my day today, amongst buying my ill mother some Lilly's. And finishing COMPLETELY wrapping and buying all of y Christmas presents. Today has been a good day.
Comment telling me how your day has gone? Let's get a bit of reader interaction going here!

Oh. What else is fun, I might be high from whatever drug they use on my when I blog that day. So that should be a hoot and a holler.

Have a nice tomorrow.

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