No, there’s no Dustin Hoffman here.  Though there are a few gratuitous boob shots.  Sorry about that.  I still haven’t figured out how to wrangle these bad boys with the current situation.

Short and sweet.  Like Paul.  Or peeps.  Or Peter Dinklage.

I’m averaging almost 2 hours of sleep a night this week.  And no sleep makes my chemo brain act up.  So since I keep switching words (like “ass” instead of “oatmeal” for example) I’m not even going to pretend to write anything.

Someone please drink heavily on my behalf.  The end.

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    1. ha ha ha. Mine are “the boys” too … I love asking my guy if he wants to play with “the boys” … it cracks me up and he doesn’t seem to mind …

  1. You know, I don’t have chemo brain, but I keep getting all kinds of words mixed up or lost. And OBVIOUS words, which makes it more than a little bit scary.

    So I get scared about early onset and dementia and shit like that, but then I quickly forget and forge on. Should I WORRY about that?

    Ooooh … look … butterflies ….

  2. Sleep is overrated!!!! Really. Trust me. I am The Doctor. (I am counting on that at this point you’ll believe just anything anybody says… )

    I don’t know why but I want to quote you this:

    Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.

    Maybe wrong year.

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