Tomorrow's the day. Today was really fun. I went to Pat's house at around 3:30, I think, and we hung out and laid around until like 6. He's got the perfect way to get ANYTHING out of me: tickling. I swear, I'm surprised my sides aren't bruised, lol. He was tickling me for a good 45 minutes and I was about to pass out. It was absolutely insane, thank god I'm getting a cast on for 4 months, lol. So then Dominic showed up, then Matt, Paris, Luke, Derick, and Anzo. We all hung out cause Mr. D. had a barbeque. I stayed until like 9, then I said bye to everyone. They're all going to be here tomorrow after my surgery, each one of them. I love them to pieces, I really do. On the way home, Luke rode home with me and Paris and we stopped at Starbucks. Luke bought for us, quite kind of him, indeed. We got home and my mom, of course, was smoking, when we're not supposed to be around smoke for 12 hours prior to the surgery because it can decrease the oxygen level during surgery. God. She's so inconsiderate, it makes me sick. She doesn't even want to be with us during surgery, she wanted to go home in between them, and even my dad who lives 6 HOURS away is coming up for it. It just upsets me even thinking about it, I swear it's so pathetic. But anyways, I'll be out for 8 weeks, on cast and crutches, then another surgery with the same thing for another 8 weeks. I'm incredibly scared, but everyone's been really reassuring. I'm so thankful for my friends, I love them. But I should probably take a shower, do all of the pre-op things that they want me to do, then get some sleep. I'll be getting up at 5 tomorrow morning and staying until around 1:30. Ugh. :(