I don't think you understand just how angry this chicken hat looks. I'm afraid of it. Seriously. And it's a puppet. So when you're not scaring small children by just wearing it around on your head, you can take it off, and move it's wings and head around to really terrify them.

I repeat: My mother's a crazy woman.

So in other news, I haven't left my house since I got home from chemo Thursday afternoon. I'm ok with that. Ish. At least I've been showering every day.

I meant for this post to be a lot longer, but my left arm is really hurting me typing right now.

I'm here. I'm reading other blogs, but not for very long cuz the computer's making my head dizzy (thanks to my lovely percocet). The tv makes me a bit dizzy too after too long, or if I focus on it too hard.

Holly, Cher, I love you both, but let's take a raincheck, shall we? It's not you, it's me.

Stone, I reshave the dome every 2-3 days cuz I can't stand the stubble. It's not like there's a lot of stubble, just enough to drive me crazy.

Ookami, The hat's both awesome and scary at the same time.

Inner Voices, The light at the end of my tunnel of a week is Percocet. Without my magic little pill of happiness, (which isn't really that fantastic), I'd probably crawl out into oncoming traffic. The chemo's not so bad, it's that damn shot that fucks up my Fibromyalgia.

I'm 80 people. Fuckin-A. I just want to go back to work. Seriously.

Fuckin Kancer. Fuckin-A