You fucker get up, c'mon, get down with the sickness... madness is the gift that has been given to me... Hah. I love this cover ( Read more... )

One day, I'm going to write a song about how Father's Day is a completely unnecessary 'holiday' fabricated by Hallmark to make us spend money on people who never deserve it. Until then, I'll sulk in a corner and/or sleep all day. Leaning towards the latter. Feh.

[Private]I haven't eaten much in days and the nurses are starting to look at me ( Read more... )

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I wanna petition for a music room here.

Hey, music therapy is known to help with a thousand and one psychological problems, and there ARE a few docs who I hear are musically inclined.

That and I don't think it's fair that the gym is the only place with good acoustics. Phooey.

I've got brownies, and I made them (sorta kinda) myself!

First dibs go to docs Chase and Wilson. The rest are up for grabs. Get 'em while they're... not being eaten by me. Hah.

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I missed her so much.
And I'm glad she's okay.

So why am I not feeling completely ecstatic?
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Maybe I'm being a bit of a worry wort, but... I was brushing my hair, and there's a few more strands on that brush than normal.

...fucking chemo.

Oh my god. I'm listening to Jennifer Lopez of my own free will.

Okay, now I know there's something wrong with me.

( In Other News [and still public, btw] )

Ever wonder why everyone thinks clouds look like animals... and why no one thinks animals look like clouds ( Read more... )

Dearest Journal ( Read more... )

[Four notepad papers in the trash:]

Dearest Andy

Darling Lab Techieee~

Sex on a stick

Sex in a can... oh jeez I'm a dork. DORRRRK!

[And one actually sent:]

Andy ( Read more... )