Gotta go. So I blog. Instead? Just putting off the inevitable. Blood test and shopping. But I really gotta get some food in here. I'm down to one can of soup.
If chemo comes up, I've gotta be prepared. Don't know why, or what I have to prepare for, but it's a sense I have. It's a sense I've always had, so this isn't any different. Should have gone this morning.
Think I screwed up. Sent a letter to Cavuto and think that since I slept though Dancing that week, I was mistaken somehow. They did do lifts that show. Figures.
Almost done with lunch. crap.
Adios!
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