so. it is done. I fear removing this bandage thingie. Not for what I will see, but for the hair that will be torn from the root. ow. I am hungry and it is late. time to scavange the fridge....or eat the second half of my yummie banana bread. It didn't hurt as much as I remember. For the majority of it I was on the brink of falling asleep. Well, it is now my god-given duty to force a new countdown upon you all. T Minus um 02:um...k...this is really confusing so I'll just say Wedensday. 3:00. Be there at the monkey bars. Be ready for a rumble in the jungle. Or just not show...but...um...I'll be removing my shirt as a form of intimidation upon my foes. Who would dare battle the boy with the torso of a god?