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[kunochan]

hm. i know that i bitch a lot in this journal about feeling like shit, being sick, et cetera. believe me, i've kept most of it out because it's boring and just has to do with my blood thinners and the ridiculous mistakes and lies the doctors and hospital have been feeding me ever since my lung clot and infarction/pleuritis

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[kunochan]

Isn't she? This'll be an amazing film. I'll have to send you a copy when it's finished. I'll also be doing the score - and I want to cover Depeche Mode's "Walking In My Shoes", get the rights, everything, so I can put it together in an album and sell it (like I did with the first Scores album, volume one, Fit To Be Admired. this would be volume two, Another Sad Story.).

I'm so worried about what my blood test results are going to say...

I never doubted it, but our brain-link has allowed you to actually guess what I've always wanted done with my body if I had the money - get cryogenically frozen. I'm serious, too. If not, cremation, but I always wanted to be stored in a tube, with a glass window showing my body, and I want them to position me so I'm flipping the bird. I'll change that though, and just have them freeze me and send them to your place. You may do what you want with me. Hell, you may do what you want with me alive or dead, frozen or warm.

miss you more.
love you better.

please do call me, i leave on tuesday. i'd like to talk to you before then. although i guess i could call you while in fl, but...well, yeah, i'll give you a call there too. but please don't forget to call. i'll call your ass and shout profanities at you if you do.

bye sweettart.