I think i'm in that bizarre mid-sleep daze. Thanks to my meds I slept all today today (literally) so now I'm waking up on the edge of tomorrow and trying to claim my spot back in the flow of time. Two days down (I think) and three to go. I have to be at the hospital tomrorrow at 8 and will probably be there all day. The clinic had some cookies and sweets out today which actually helped until the nausea started ticking off my stomach and were a lot of fun to eat regardless, so I'm hoping confidently there is at least one patient or nurse there tomorrow who will bring big gooey chocolate-chip cookies for everyone, since I didn't wake up in time to tell dad to help me make some. And so far I've found that bringing driven to a cancer clinic in a silver corvette is the most unsexy thing in the world. I've been over a month since I saw Matt and he's about all I can think about. Dad suggested he drive me down next Sunday to bring back some of my stuff and take care of some school stuff that needs to be done, and I think I'll go for it because I'll be able to see Matt and I have Dad there to help since I'll be feeling awful. We'll see. I can barely type. I think it's time for bed to sleep through tomorrow.