Eleven & Twelve.
I suppose that it doesn't really come as much of as a surprise that as time grows closer to my surgery date, I've been trying to keep as busy as possible, but inevitably losing sleep and slowly wearing down. Tonight is one of those nights where my mind simply won't turn off - Thursday nights // Friday mornings are incredibly hard for me, as this officially marks the two week mark until the "big day." I don't know what my brain thinks it will accomplish by making me stay up all night running over everything in my head, but, so that's what it wants... so that's how it is. None the less, it's safe to say that things around here have been hectic lately. I haven't been working for just over a week now, which is probably the weirdest feeling yet. I don't really know what to do with myself. It's so bizarre to go from 40+ hours a week to nothing. I've enjoyed sleeping in past 7am quite a few days, which has been really nice. I had so