Saturday, August 25th 108/336

I think that my body and my my mind have finally acceted the fact that I am undergoing Chemo Therapy. When I wake up and I'm tired or feeling bad, it just doesn't matter any more because I can't remember how life used to be. Last night I was in SF and I was at my koft and I didn't feel too well. I thought, hell, I can feel this way at the movies just as well as I can here. I went and saw "No way out". It's a documentary about how screwed up Iraq is because of our actions. A very telling film.

I walked last night to Houston's and I had a veggie burger and an order of fries. It was so yummy. Back home to Sacto today. I had such a big day yesterday that I'm dragging my ass around today. Bye for now.

Alien Baby 1998