May 23, 2004

Two years, dudes. Two years. What???

Not much is new. I'm living alone now, in a tiny bachelor on the top floor of a 100-year-old mansion. I pretend I own it but really I live in what was considered the servant's quarters. Whatever. I just ignore the people on the first floor when they demand I wash their floors. The landlord says the taunting will stop after a few months.

I'm looking for a job, typical summertime activities. It's lovely out. I can see the mountains and the ocean from my window and I consider very little to be better than that.

I'm listening to a CD that I used to always listen to during chemo. It still makes me all 'Arrararrrrrrrr!' in a good way.

That's it. Thanks fellas.

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