The Return of Frankenstein

2004-01-30

Oh my dears, I've had major dland withdrawal. I've been fuck ass busy at work and fuck ass busy at home. So that leaves me tired with a full head and nothing to write about. Boo hiss.

C*lyde went for his cancer surgery yesterday and my lady friend just got home with him. He looks like Frankenstein. When they shaved him to cut his leg open, they found that his whole body is covered in cancer. Poor thing. They called my lady friend and she said no chemo, remove what you can and that's it.

So they took out what they could on the right hind leg and sewed that up. Then they shaved and cut open his left belly, which they stapled back together. Holy Christ, is he a tragic sight. I'll post pictures at the bottom, so stop reading now if you're squeamish.

Come to think of it though, you should never come back if you're squeamish, cause I'm a naughty girl with some nasty links.

I had my first orchestra rehearsal in four years on Monday, which was terrifying and fulfilling all at once. The Mahler is so hot, but the neighborhood where we practice is not. It's an area I've never been to before, and for SF, which is 6 miles x 8 miles, that's saying something. Way. The. Fuck. Out. There.

There were a few folks I knew from way back who still play there, and they seemed genuinely happy to see me. I still feel overwhelmed by the amount of practice I have to do for symphony on Monday, not to mention the practice I need to do for tomorrow's band rehearsal. Sheeeat.

Also, my lady friend had her BFA gallery exhibition on Wednesday, which was successful and a proud moment. But once again it was very stress-invoking for her. I wonder if there will ever be a day when she won't have 18 million things to do, a day when she's not freaking out about deadlines. I don't foresee one soon, especially cause she's throwing together a grad school application (due tomorrow) as I write this for classes that start the week after she finishes summer school.

I don't feel like being funny. I feel like eating a burger and sleeping for eighteen hours. So much for the triumphant return.

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