One problem solved

I’m waiting for my dad who’s driving me to my colonoscopy. (Nothing’s wrong. I’m just that age according to my doctor, which is fucking rude. If you haven’t done one, all I can say is… nothing. I don’t want to talk about it. I’ll already have to deal with my dad’s jokes and I’m sure he’s warming up his set right now. But he’s going to make so many weird…