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Mood:  blue
Topic: Living Despite Chemistry
There's a two-hour Monty Python special this evening, a greatest hits extravaganza. I used to be one of those people who knew the skits by heart. Some kinda nerd in junior secondary. Today I find some measure of comfort in the absurdity of the plots [philosophers' soccer game, Watney's Red Barrel, etc] yet remembering pleasures from another life is often difficult for me. I ache thinking that I ever had dreams.

Oh, and then I gave myself a quick hair-cut and erased about 10 years/lbs. Something like that. It occurred to me last week that the industrial strength gel I use would have more benefit if my hair were shorter. It is counterproductive to try and get bedhead when hair is too long. It's a physics thing, to go with the chemistry thing that makes me heavy, sad, and tired of living.

I'm quite sure that my left wrist hurts because my watch was pressing somewhere it shouldn't. Last time I did chemo, I managed to get the vein poked where it oughtn't and then right by the wrist bone it started to hurt and swell. The nurse had to take the needle out and use my other hand. Lucky me, I've got two. That put the chemo experience back an hour. Anyway, my wrist feels like that again. It makes me go hmm.

The song trapped in my head? Ramble On, by Led Zeppelin. It's the guitar riff, really, that sounds like crying/mourning and then there's a lull before the drums that gives me a chill because it feels just as bloody sad as the riff. You have to know the song, is my point. That one little note makes me think of turning up a collar on the back of your neck when it's cold, or when you're sleeping and somebody else does it. Anyway, the riff periodically gets caught in my brain, typically during times of high stress.

Carole Taylor and her fucking budget shoes. Honestly. She makes Ralph Klein look sensitive.

And how is your week going?