Tonight was the fourth night in a row I've worked, which is good because I need the money but bad because I want a day off and won't have one until Wednesday. They had a Tekken 4 tournament at the mall today which I'd been looking forward to for over a month. Of course, I couldn't enter because I had to work. The highlight of the night was my getting olive oil on my hands, walking to the bathroom to wash it off, losing my grip on the doorknob and slamming face-first into the door. Kind of funny now, but it sure wasn't then.

Right after we scheduled the upcoming surgery my parents encouraged me to go on a macrobiotic diet. But I can't do it anymore. I had some ice cream from Dairy Queen today which made me feel both wonderful yet guilty. I've lost four pounds, I'm always tired and sore, my mood is terrible and all I can think about is all the different types of food I want but can't have. What the hell is the point of this? People call this healthy? If this is all intended to make me weak and miserable in time to go into surgery Wednesday, it's succeeding wonderfully. I am dropping this idiotic diet as of tomorrow.

I have to get up at 8 for a pre-op interview at the hospital, so I guess I'll go to bed.