bedroom galilee clive barker bathroom martha stewart's living car/walk beach boy ardashir vakil
office up r.e.m. car breakheart hill [book-on-tape] thomas h cook living room the sci fi channel
brand x the message came from out of the blue: Brand X welcomes you into its clutches.
1999 may 13
...and then
sleep: up at 4:00 this morning. i suppose that is progress of some sort. i woke up five times last night, though, and the crazy dreams were in full force. the last one i remember involved a giant machine gun called the gardenetta--because it looked rather like a flower, maybe a sunflower, when staring down the barrel.
work: i cannot possibly complete all the work they want from me as quickly as they would like. this fact, so obvious to me from the beginning, is finally beginning to dawn on the powers that be, so they have moved into the world of bribes. they are offering me a 2 for 1: for every weekend day i work, i earn 2 vacation days. i can deal with that, especially as i can work for a mere four hours on a weekend day and get twice as much done as i can during an 8 hour week day; no interruptions are a very good thing.
s.: she came through the surgery with no complications. the good news is they were able to remove 90-95% of the tumor. the bad news is the preliminary indications are it is a malignant cancer. the pathologist wants two or three days to dissect it or analyze it or whatever it is pathologists do, and then they will decide upon a course of further treatment. they have yet to decide if those treatments will be in las vegas, or here at home.
doctor d still hasn't made it there from bali.
i wish you could see my hair this morning. it has dried in perfect ringlets, tumbling down from the clips i use to keep the front bits out of my face. i look like a brunette nellie olsen.
someone get me a big blue ribbon.
will this week never end, claire
home - < previous < - > next > - archives