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Random babblings of a confused miniature writer |
| A blog/journal just to babble/dabble in to try to keep my friends up to date on my pitiful existence. |
| I'm scared. My nerves are all on edge. I can't sleep. It feels like all my nerve endings are firing. I'm stiff as a board. Nothing I do is helping. I'm in a cold sweat. I am getting my first round of Chemotherapy today. I just think about it, and I get nauseous. There's nothing left in my stomach anyways. I've had to fast since midnight. As I write this it is 3:15 am. I need to do something, but I don't really want to. I don't know any more for sure if this is a mindfulness activity. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. Want to laugh? I just thought of starting the third novel in my series with Darrel and the gang in it. It is definitely laughable as I can't even finish the two I already have in the works. I am truly pitiful. My laptop just told me I needed to put commas in places in this entry. Most of them don't look right. I'm taking my tablet with me to chemo so I might add to this entry while I'm there. |
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