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Woke up at 6:45 this morning. Happy about cutting down on the steroids again tomarrow, even if just by 5 mgs.
Confession: the song "Pale Blue Eyes" by The Velvet Underground still gets me all choked up. I bought a cd with it last week on my dads credit card, didn't ask permission, just really wanted the sad song and "Heroin". A few minutes ago I gave him a good morning call, playing it in the background.
"Dad, can you hear what I'm playing?" I asked him the same way I would show him my English grades in highschool.
"How sweet!!" he says, big fan, I smile, made him proud, he doesn't know it cost him ten bucks.
Dad seemed choked up himself that I called just to say hi and that I loved him. I guess I expected that. He told David that I was 'intense,' but I think that he is intense, loving him is intense, being loved by him is intense. Want to make him happy, but he cries when he's happy. My roommate is washing her face, I'm tryng holding in my breath (and more, of course) desperate - can't break down when shes coming back. Its all so silly.
On Thursday he's picking me up from the LA airport for chemo treatment #2. That doesn't affect me. A song almost 20 years old though and a good morning call gets me right in the gut.
Confession: the song "Pale Blue Eyes" by The Velvet Underground still gets me all choked up. I bought a cd with it last week on my dads credit card, didn't ask permission, just really wanted the sad song and "Heroin". A few minutes ago I gave him a good morning call, playing it in the background.
"Dad, can you hear what I'm playing?" I asked him the same way I would show him my English grades in highschool.
"How sweet!!" he says, big fan, I smile, made him proud, he doesn't know it cost him ten bucks.
Dad seemed choked up himself that I called just to say hi and that I loved him. I guess I expected that. He told David that I was 'intense,' but I think that he is intense, loving him is intense, being loved by him is intense. Want to make him happy, but he cries when he's happy. My roommate is washing her face, I'm tryng holding in my breath (and more, of course) desperate - can't break down when shes coming back. Its all so silly.
On Thursday he's picking me up from the LA airport for chemo treatment #2. That doesn't affect me. A song almost 20 years old though and a good morning call gets me right in the gut.