def, the big C. And here we go again. Chemo etc..... We knew this didn't we? Didn't the behavior match the diagnosis? When you start flipping out-I mean FLIPPING out-because a 2 liter bottle of iced tea is moved in the fridge, I'd call that flipping out. Not very important, unless you're totally full blown batshit nuts. With any luck it reached the brain.
Ahhhh...good times.
Track work tonight. Felt good. Even if it has no effect on my times, at least I'm trying. Effort, not outcome.
Sooo good to be here with the professional victim.
Pray, pray HARDER.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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