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Fuck google and their stupid ai gemini bullshit. That’s the last thing I need on this fucking day. I wish I could be back with mom and observe the surgery, but I'm not a doctor, sooo. They’re cutting her open like a turkey on Thanksgiving and ripping the literal life giver out of her. No more babies. Well, she's basically 50; who's having a kid at 50? (A hooker, that’s who.) Anywho, I'm chilling in the waiting room. I wish I were by myself, though. I could wander around aimlessly. This is lowkey bullshit. I’m 17, not 12. I should have brought my geek; there's really no security here. Oh well. I’ll enjoy it in a million hours. We might go down to the cafeteria and get stuff. I have 20 bucks, and by god if she doesn’t let me use it I'm going to become a D1 crashout. Anywho, it was probably a bad idea to drink a Monster with this anxiety. But I need to wake up. 

Later, skaters.