somebody removed a small section of my head today, i guess for my health, but i don’t think it had any medicinal purposes that i was aware of. i actually did not at all mind, this biopsy. the doctor was amazed by how unfazed i was during the little procedure. i told her i could barely feel a thing. actually, i said, if you’d like to remove more, i say go for it. take as much as you’d like.

it will probably be another 10 days before i hear the results, and i am doing my best to sweep it all under the carpet (or rug). you, who are reading this sentence, are the first person i am talking to about this. and i’m not really sure why i am telling you because now i’ll be worried that you’ll be worried about me. but really, there’s nothing to worry about.

i am probably more worried about listening to a couple of voice mails that i’ve avoided for the past 2 days. or about getting enough sleep, real sleep, tonight. but again i must plead with you not to worry about my worrying. i will be fine. i know you will be, too.

if only i could just finish this apartment hunt. but let’s not talk about that right now. i should be more like my sister who always gives me the same answer to any question i ask her about how she is or what she has been working on. “I don’t really want to talk about that now.” And so i stop asking.

i can’t even remember why i mentioned her. oh… that’s right. because I can see some advantages of not talking about some (but not all) things. It’s a nice option to have.