I'm tired so we'll see how far this goes.

No brain tumor. Did I ever finish the brain tumor post? Well they think no brain tumor. Going back on Monday. Last tests, last chance. They'll most likely be looking for thyroid stuff--the hidden kind. Auto-immune like a house episode. At least i know it's not Lupus. I proud of my self for making it this far ( Read more... )

Stuck in a line going no where. These fucking holiday seasons, where consumerism is both dull and dangerous, and eating up my time. I see someone who could be him from a full room away, and I think, "is it?"

Then a slow creeping feeling,

"Would I even know if it was?"

Merry Christmas.

I have things to say but, as often so, no energy to write them.

From Summer Storm by Dana Gioia

"And memory insists on pining
For places it never went,
As if life would be happier
Just by being different."

I just don't know.

-Smiles

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