Date: 07-06-2010
Just a quick entry before I try to get some sleep. I can't have anything in me, not even medications, when they put me under the knife tomorrow. They don't want anything complicating the surgery so no food, no medications. Just water.
That's okay. I'm in the hospital. I'll be all right. I have an angel watching over me.
I just know it.
The surgery will be a success.
Time to shut the light off. I don't want to be exhausted . . . despite the fact I'll be under some sleeping medication.
What a laugh and a half.
I'll write once I'm out of surgery . . . if I can. I'm probably going to be so doped up I won't even be coherent to myself.
Until tomorrow.
Speed
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Epilogue
Racer X closed his eyes as he shut the journal, tears threatening to overwhelm him. Life was far too cruel, in his mind.
Far too cruel.