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Tired. But the Causeway section is done. Check it out if you're at all curious about where I live - Mobile, Alabama.
God, it's twelve thirty. I can barely keep my eyes open. I've got to be in Birmingham Monday at noon to finish the tests. My hard drive died on me. That's not good. No computer in Birmingham during the transplant would S-U-C-K suck.
But!
Ordered a new drive, a nine gig scsi. Dad got generous. Shout out to dad - yo! Thanks - saved my ass!
Don't know whether to be upset that my drive died and I lost everything, or ecstatic that I'll have a huge new drive and I was gonna do a clean install anyway. I think I'll be happy. Should be here tuesday.
Got my little brother's G3 set up with OS8.6, gave him some of my software like I promised I would months ago. Felt good about that.
Got lots to do tomorrow. I'm thinking about just sleeping here tonight. Here being work. There's a great couch in studio A.
16 May 1999:
Hold on a minute ya'll, lemme hit this.
Mmmmm.... kind bud. Bright bright green and sparkly with THC crystals. You think I'm kiddin'? Hold on, I got an old contact sheet with a pic I shot of this stuff... lemme dig around a minute.
Ah-hah! Knew I had it around here. Sorry the picture quality sucks, but it's just a contact sheet. You should see the 8x10's.
Anyway, some serious nugs goin' on. If this is the kind of presents I'm apt to get for having cancer, all I can say is bring it on.
So should I not talk about this? It's illegal, ya know. But dig this. Both my docs scoff at the whole medical marijauna issue. One tried to get me to stop smoking, but offered to put me on Marinol so I could keep getting high. The other told me that it sounded like the first was trying to change my lifestyle.
"Does it help you feel better?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Then smoke all you want."
Cool.
Ok, obligatory post-entry disclaimer:
I MADE THIS ALL UP. THE IMAGE IS A 3D RENDERED MODEL OF HYDROPONIC BUDS. I DON'T SMOKE ANYTHING. THIS SITE IS A WORK OF FICTION. THE CHARACTERS, INCIDENTS, ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES AND DIALOGUES ARE ALL PRODUCTS OF THE AUTHOR'S IMAGINATION AND ARE NOT TO BE CONSTRUED AS REAL. (say it with me now) ANY RESEMBLENCE TO ACTUAL PERSONS LIVING AND DEAD IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL (thank you)
By the way kids, this may be the last entry for a while. I'm off to Birmingham in the morning to have a couple of catheters placed in my chest. I think I will have time to update before next week, but who the fuck knows. I am seriously playing this thing by ear at this point. Tanya can keep track of the schedule. I'm just along for the ride... and the chemo. Just can't wait, ya know! Boy-howdy! I'm a rippin roarin' ready ta be off! Don'tcha be a-tryin' ta stop me!
If you answered "Bullshit, Trey!" then you are 100% correct, Sir or Madadm! Here's a kewpie doll. With no head. And a string to swing it with. Enjoy.
Well, whatever. I'm looking forward to a new monitor and a new 9 gig drive. Should be here soon.
It's the good things, man and mem-sahib. Them's what counts.
Lazy afternoons are the best. Went down and had fried shrimp and a coupla' beers at the Original Oyster House (yes, the very same restaraunt featured in On The Causeway - amazing how I actually GO to the places I write about, huh?) and had a great time. It's pretty outside, a little too bright, but nothing a few beers wouldn't cut into a nice hazy glow.
I guess this is au'revoir, but not goodbye. 'Cause I'll be back. Sooner, later, sometime.
See ya.
In honor of today's earlier entry, I HAD to post this! Hehehehehehehehehehe!!!
A KINDER iMAC!! Hehehehehehooooo hoooo hooooo hahahahahaha oh god I can't stop heheheheheheee heheheheheheheeee heeee it's too perfect hahahahahahaha dammit I can't breathe hehhehehee
(chortle)
(snicker)
(giggle)
hehehehehehehehehee