What am I going to name this post? It's another whining post about how hard July 28th is.
It's so shitty, I haven't written about it for a dozen days.
This particular anniversary was the 10th. Surreal.
Tonight I was thinking about my kidney stone removal procedure back in 2019. They put me under with propofol. My dreams were very vivid, almost Cinemascope.
And my Frankie was there. So real.
I wish I had another kidney stone.
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