Waiting...

Days till (now I've gone and corrected my numbers again...):
Christmas Eve: 16
Tenth Doctor's Death: 23
Muse Play SNL: 11
The Great Dragon Attacks Camelot: 11
I Go Mad: I'm really starting to hate these sappy Christmas commercials.

Nothing on earth is going to stop me from checking my e-mail a billion times today.

Nothing.

We're supposed to have a snowstorm today. Yay. Mom and me turned into little weather beacons-we were both aching like hell when we got up this morning. My rib on the left side has decided screaming is the best way to go today.

Oh, sorry. That's the RIGHT side rib. I can't even tell the difference when I'm TYPING.

I'm probably going to go take a bath just because I can't just SIT here on the computer and brood all day.

I'll let you know as soon as I know, guys. I'm trying not to think about it.

Ta,
Bec

PS: It appears there will be no answer today. Guess I'll get it through the mail in a couple of days.