I cannot stop thinking about the convention. Becca has her vivid pink Shuichi hair done, my Ryuichi shirt is finished and looks even better than I'd hoped, and I am just so insanely, brainfartingly excited that I think I have given myself a headache from all of this agonizing anticipation.

My first night back at work was downright awesome. I got back into the groove almost immediately, and all the staff there who I worked with last summer seemed genuinely happy to have me among their ranks again. Even better is the fact that I have almost no residual pain from the sugery.

Dad told me today that the lymph node biopsy is scheduled for May 31st, so I had to put in for time off of work yet again. I feel guilty about it even though I know it's not my fault. I just want to work like a normal employee.