5/31/10
<insert string of foul, hideous expletives here>
My freaking hair started falling out today. FUCK! This blows. Pulled a big clump out this afternoon. Dammit anyway.
Second chemo treatment is tomorrow. Why do I get the feeling the free ride is over? Like suddenly it feels like, "Okay pal, no more lollygagging. Time to spend your days driving the porcelain bus." I fear the shit storm approacheth. With great fury and anger, and will strike down those who dare to harm that bible guy. That metaphor went nowhere. At least I can watch videos while getting the needle. Thanks Paul!
Thunderstorms are coming tonight. Hope it's a real gully washer. Noisy and house shaking.
I got nothing else. I'm pissed off, scared, don't want to go bald, and sick of the 80 degree weather.
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