It occurs to me today that I tend to refer to my chemo hairdo as my being “bald as a peach,” and it occurs to me too that the working title for my latest short story is “Murderous Peachy Keen.” Kind of funny.
Not sure if that’s the bridge, but it kind of feels like maybe it is.
I still like the title.
It’s a really grey, wet day today, definitely befitting my general pissitude. I don’t know why I’m so pissy right now. Need coffee.
So tired of chemo. So tired of being ugly. I just want to get on with all my stuff that I want to do.
See you tomorrow,