Hold. Fast.

I had intended to get bloodwork done today.
Not because I enjoy it, necessarily.
I just want to determine whether or not I have AIDS.
Or HIV.
Which, though it may not look it, actually spells AIDS.
I was just about to leave when I read over the little bloodwork checklist.
And I saw where Robert's dad had written, '12-hour fast.'
I just finished eating cheese.
Thinking to myself, "I'm gonna want something in my stomach before I go down there."
Tomorrow.
Maybe I'll pull it off tomorrow.