It's about 3:45 in the morning. I have a bit of energy. Maybe I'm getting better. Maybe the antibiotics are working. The tylenol is DEFINITELY working.
Don't get me wrong, I don't wanna do any salsa dancing.
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This blog is written by and about a guy with an incurable form of cancer. My purpose here isn't to say "woe is me", but to give insight about my thoughts, perspectives, and experiences throughout this adventure. My name is Andre. My partner's name is Ed. I intend to publish on a pretty regular basis here, but Ed might occasionally pop in with his thoughts too.
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3 comments:
Glad to hear you are feeling better. No salsa dancing huh? How about a Tango?
Glad you're getting a bit of energy back. I'm hoping to get over my case of finalsitis so that I can come visit.
-Kelsey
To hell with Tylenol, let's do some tequila!
At least it would make an interesting experiment: Tequila + barf meds = (a) "less barf", (b) "more barf", (c) "don't care about barf anymore"?
Hang in there.. Tell Ed an acquaintance of mine just hydrolocked his Maserati. Oops. Apparently, our intakes are even lower than on a BMW - of course welcome news for a flood-prone Houston..
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