I haven't written in this blog for a long time. Think I want to start using it more. No one reads it. No one even knows it exists. But it's here, taking up a nanospot in cyberspace.
Mickey Lou is on my lap purring. I feel relatively relaxed. Enjoyed a day of eating and shopping with a friend who I had lost touch with for a while. That's one good thing that came out of the beating I took at the hands of a police officer...it led to her contacting me. :)
Yep, I got my ass beat by a po po. Bastard. I'll write more on this later.
I also now have breast cancer, and am contemplating refusing some of the suggested procedures/treatments. I've just been through too much in my life. Since the diagnosis a couple months ago there have been 2 more deaths in my life...a good friend's mother (who I felt close to) died of a brain tumor. And my sweet cousin Jeff died in a car accident (they believe he had a seizure and went off the road). Then the cop incident. Damn. I just need my life to chill out a bit. I swear I've seen more death than most people twice my age. And isn't one cancer and a couple near death experiences enough for me??? I've already done 2 marathons & 2 century rides for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. I don't really feel like doing a walk for breast cancer. Damn.
I just want to travel. See and do interesting things. Meet interesting people. Help people. Help animals & nature. I want to save lives. But good god...how do I continue to keep saving my own? It's exhausting. It ain't easy bein' CG! I wish I had a loved one. Just someone to hold me every day. Do I really need all of this sorrow & solitude to be an artist? a writer? Damn.
Damn.
Damn.
