I’ve been all over the place today, unable to hold on to any kind of thought for longer than a few moments. Short little bursts of random ideas, concepts, jokes, and thoughts pop into my brain and then pass on by, unimportant and mostly forgotten moments later. Oh God. I’m Twitter.
Here are some highlights:
I feel as though I should be more upset about this. I mean, I’m not happy, but after taking the day off work and mostly puttering around my house, what I am, mostly, is bored.
There is no good cancer humor on the Internet. I have checked. Is it because it’s really not funny? I am choosing not to believe that.
Xanax: color me intrigued.
Since I’m already bald, will the chemo make the hair in my ears fall out? Because I seriously can’t keep up.
Sally Field would be more upset about this. She’d know how to do a cancer diagnosis.
What will my legacy be? Does everyone get a legacy or is that just for presidents and serial killers?
What the hell is “Red Widow” about? I know I could just go look it up, but shouldn’t the commercials tell me?
If I went through that fucking surgery and gave up my ability to process a greasy cheeseburger and a piece of pizza for nothing, I’m going to be pissed!
I tried to buy strangers ice cream cones yesterday to make myself feel better – random act of kindness type of stuff. No one took me up on it. This is why I, generally speaking, don’t like people.
Zoanette. If you don’t know what that means, just go YouTube her.
Hold music. Waiting rooms. Paperwork. Needles. Machines. Can’t say as I have missed all of this.
Wasn’t 2013 supposed to be a better year?