Me in full blown tranq-i-tude Mister DeMille, I’m ready for my MRI now. |
Ya know, I’d really like to go through my tumor trials without having the extra added insanity of America burning to the ground as a backdrop.
I had my third (and last, until November) stay in the
Frankly, this thick tranq cloud couldn’t have come at a better time. I can’t even begin to imagine how I’d cope with #BunkerBitch’s latest trampling and theft of our rights, his ongoing destruction of our environment and the obscene violence he inspires.
OK, yes, I CAN imagine – I’d have spent the week screaming. I wouldn’t have been able to stop.
The pic from Buffalo of cops knocking over a thin, old man – of his blood pooling on the sidewalk under his head as the cops stormtroopered by, really nailed me flat. If that’d been me, I wouldn’t be alive this morning to feed my cat overlords or scribble this here blog. Ma tĂȘte’s a sensitive old thing – of course it is. I’ve had five goddamn skull slice ups, fer fuck's sake. I would be dead. 45 and his White supremacist, shit-stained storm troopers would be fine and dandy with that.
Shit’s way the fuck outta control. Go over to Shower Cap’s place for more of a This-Week-in-Hell round up.
Me, I'm just gonna post pics today.
The GORGEOUS necklace worn by my MGH intake clerk |
The view from Yawkey Six |
OF COURSE we stopped at Dairy Freeze on the way home! Fucking DUH! |
Low tide at home |
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