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Today was going well. Snow day, meaning I don't have to teach little kis German or frantically work on a book report that will be mostly gibberish (at least not until tonight).
Guess what, though? My dad got back from the doctor and said he has prostate cancer.
Man, I hate him, I really do, but it's still sad. I mean, I'm not personally sad (and that my sound callous, but I don't really care), but it's not like I'd wish CANCER on the man. -_-
Guess what, though? My dad got back from the doctor and said he has prostate cancer.
Man, I hate him, I really do, but it's still sad. I mean, I'm not personally sad (and that my sound callous, but I don't really care), but it's not like I'd wish CANCER on the man. -_-