Surgery? Operate my ass … Went to the hospital this morning to find out that a piece of titanium, which was eventually supposed to take it’s place inside my elbow, hadn’t arrived in time, so now I am sitting in my mom’s house, waiting for the call from the hospital. When the surgery is going to take place - I don’t know. Could be tomorrow, could be next week - the hospital’s schedule is tight and now they have to squeeze me in. This sucks. Can’t really do anything. In a way it’s cool though, because I’m done moving my stuff into my gf’s basement and I can relax a little - if it wasn’t for the fact, that I finally want to close my elbow-chapter … Well, if it wasn’t for that, I could relax. Now I’m just kinda bummed out. I always knew that the S in UPS is a lie.