Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Tomorrow at 11 a.m. I go for bloodwork and see Schwartz at 11:30. I won't get the CA 12-5 back till Monday probably. After all this insanity with Norton and the "these don't feel like Breast Cancer nodes," declaration by him, I'm a little anxious.

I just popped another 1/2 Klonopin. Anywho, Jesus, I'm. Fucking. Exhausted. I can't wait for acupuncture tomorrow. First time in three+ weeks; a record.

One of the highlights of the Mercury-Retrograde-fuckedupedness of this week so far has been connecting with Mom's second cousin, Will. He's on Roxy's side of the fam. And just a *doll*.

For my gays and literati crowd, read the Larry Kramer cover story in NY mag in which Will makes an appearance. (For those of you who haven't read Kramer's seminal Faggots, it's a graphic, riveting look into the life of the debaucherous gay scene in the 70s and 80s; I read it when I was in college and it truly is both a page-turner and profound book.) Kramer was the co-founder of Gay Men's Health Crisis and started Act Up.

Anyway, Will's now on a culinary adventure over on Cookstr. Recipes, chefs and authors, oh my! Even this non-cooking bitch is going to try a (very easy) recipe. I'm sure it will result in a delivery order. I am indeed Roxy's granddaughter!