I was proud of myself for putting on this tie at age 10 or 12. (This was back when I had a full head of hair.)
Happy Resurrection Day, my dear cousin. The Vatican sends their greetings.
https://soundcloud.com/djmax-29/the-mix-for-the-jesus-brood/s-l2eS6HlWkEr
Cancer is exhausting. I refuse to quit trying to improve, but I often feel like I’m trying to defy everything. My life has become such a blur, and now (one good thing) is that I’m hungry until I can eat no more and then get nauseous and it becomes one evil loop.
I’m one of those stubborn people who at least like to fool myself into thinking I can do everything by myself, but I know that’s not true. There is no game when you’re alone. It’s just you (me) and my lonely thoughts. I often keep the TV on for background noise (and then I find myself passionately agreeing or disagreeing about whatever they’re saying). And for the record, I refuse to watch Fox News because they’re usually so out there, but I do find myself watching Fox Business at night. How I digressed from cancer to loud TV only the good Lord knows. (There are some things I just don’t want to know!)
#HappyChristmas!
I remember that stuffy room above the gym. We danced with a pregnant lady and bantered about things that ring strangely true today. I remember cramming in reading assignments in the hall and all of us arguing about the value of meat and potatoes. I miss those days and yet I don’t think I’d want to go back to them except in a dream. Or maybe all of it was a dream ...
Thanks to the Memphians for all the knowledge and stuff. Link to latest mix to post on my Twitter feed late Saturday US/Canada time.