Lost Journals

I got the call between Graphic Design and Pathfinder. I am cancer free! I have another biopsy on Friday morning, but I am done with chemo! Wahoo!

I was so happy, I had to have a cigarette. Kidding!

Today was a very good day! No tragic corset accidents. No evil lesbians (I did see one at Subway). A little fun recollection of playing a french maid in high school. Rewrote Corwin's script. Finished a large section of my Capstone thesis. I couldn't find a very mean file on my computer. I got to show Edit to a new friend. Two people said I looked like I was losing weight (not true). My little sister bought me lunch. I get to see Amadeus tomorrow. Gabe and I seem to be doing well at the friends thing. Jeff K. hasn't bitched at me for over 24 hours. All this excitement, I hope I can sleep!

Goodnight, chemotherapy. I hope I never met you again.

Goodnight, Gabe. Here's to finally making it as friends.

Goodnight, Little Sister. I heart you, you complete me. I hope you weren't eatten by a corset this evening.

Goodnight, sweet world. I shall see you in the morning.