I’ve been wanting to get out of this house for days. I did get to get out for a doctor’s visit, but that doesn’t really count. So, last night I wrote a letter and I’m hopeful I can get out of here soon so I can get a stamp and mail it.
So I order the new #TS (Explicit version) CD off Target since I can’t find it at Walmart and Amazon refused to let me download it. I usually buy the edited version of albums because I already cuss too much -- and wouldn’t you know it; as soon as I looked it up this morning, I find it at Walmart for less and edited. Live and learn, I guess. It can’t be that dirty, can it?
For me, the pains associated with cancer come in cycles. I’ll feel good for a few days, and then I’ll crash on the weekend. It’s a nice metaphorical picture, but throwing up first thing in the morning feels like a never-ending journey. I heard a nurse talking about which was worse: nausea or pain. I’d say it’s a tie; one brings the other.
I appreciate pink a hell of a lot more on this side of cancer.
There are things I couldn’t say in my letters that I would want to tell you in person before I asked the other questions I mentioned. Of course, the first question would be -- will you go out with me?
Praying for all of you cancer survivors this evening. To help carry me day to day during treatment, I like to look for wonder in the world. … Space has fascinated me for as long as I remember, so I recommend a course in the wonderful. (Image: @NASA) https://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/imagegallery/index.html
The path of the just is like the shining sun, that shines ever brighter unto the perfect day. - Proverbs 4:18.
Some weekend juice -- 5 minutes early!
Suggest that you find a date via the Internet and then insist that you’re being catfished if you find a matching personality?