I'm nervous. I'm sitting here singing that Ramones song, the one where he wants to be sedated. I think it's called 'I wanna be sedated'. They're gunna cut me up. If not now, at a later appointment. I just know it. And it's gunna fucken stink like old, bad, cold cooking oil. So I'm nervous. I just don't like the idea of having blades and needles stuck in my leg. When Mum shows up we're leaving.
Morituri te salutant!