“Have I ever told you that you smelled like Catalina?”

Today was a waste. It was a day to relax, and attempt to stay home and do my project. I just got home from the doctor’s and it’s 2PM. There’s no point. It’s like I went to school.

Turns out, the doctor thinks something is wrong with me and now I have to go take a blood test. My brother has to carry around this little machine with him that monitors his heart. He’s been sick. Not the: “Cough cold flu” kind of sick. It’s the: “Woah.. are you alright, man?” kind of sick. And my mom is just hysterical about all of this. Not helping. Everyday I have to take two pills the size of my thumbnail and drink this fluid that’ll knock me into sleep. I don’t like these changes.

The only highlight of my doctor’s visit was meeting this woman named Catalina. She sat next to me, and was probably the only non-asian there. She had this french accent, but she spoke German so fluently on the phone. She’s pretty much the bomb. By the way, she was extremely beautiful. Exotic, almost, and I was jealous. Some people are way too pretty for their own good.

“Please know that you are still very dear to me and that NOTHING has changed in my regard for you.” How sweet of you. This is what I needed to title my morning something useful.

Now, it’s time for me to go and do this project that has been consuming so much of my thoughts.