Storming the hill.

Tomorrow is my own personal D-day. The Hill? The dentist office. The ships are miles out, landing crafts are on their way. It's do or die.

"Maybe it wont be that bad," I tell myself. Then I remember exactly what i'm doing and begin to freak out. The worst part is, I wont have anyone to go with me. I'll have to some how navigate the bus on my way home, slightly dizzy from everything.

Tomorrow is my D-day, time to soldier up.