03 - Concerning the Gaps in My Record

Really struggling again to come up with a topic. I had two entire false starts before coming up with the nursery school idea, and while that has a New Yorker feel to it, I may have too much of the mommy perspective.

Anyway, the conclusion I came to is the same one I started out with: it’s all about the premise. For next week I need to choose what I want to say, and then find an amusing way to say it. Just trying to be amusing isn’t enough, and I’m not sure how I keep losing sight of that.

I went to the salon where I’d had my hair straightened in July ($500, natch) to ask them to buzz it all off. I couldn’t take seeing it anymore. The kindly receptionist talked me into just cutting it really short for the time being. I think it was the right thing to do. Even though the hair stylist told me that her cousin and her aunt had had vasectomies, and then leaned in and told me that she’d had a boob job, so she had a really good doctor if I needed a vasectomy, too, she was a very kind woman and I think she did a good job. Anyway, it’s giving me at least another week without a wig, and for that I’m grateful.

October 1, 2004

So I’ve decided I’m going to push my luck, and send it under my own name again. I mean, what are they going to do to me? If they get livid and tell me not to submit anymore, I’ll either a) tell them I might be dying or b) go back to my submitting under a pseudonym plan.

Still not sure if these are funny enough. I think I am going to turn this into a blog. I think the feedback (if it’s positive) might keep me going. The disappointment is tough, especially right now.

Had a CAT scan yesterday that showed significant improvement, that the chemo is working and things are coming along as well as could be expected. Unfortunately, it’s one of those “the good news is the bad news” situations. Yay! The cancer’s no longer leeching the calcium out of my bones! And hey, guess what? I might be on chemotherapy forever! I really hope I place something soon.

I think Kerry kicked Bush’s grimacing, squirming little ass last night. There’s a song in my heart.