Friday, June 3, 2011

Now. See Here, Universe.

The deal was that I would endure my mother's having surgery, one of my two best friends having a lung biopsy and pain pump installed, and my other best friend coming through the crisis of last week. Now, you understand: it is OVER.

There is nothing, nothing whatever, okay - about my best friend who just came through the biopsy, having a preliminary diagnosis ... of the disease that killed my father.

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