Journal to a Muse

A dear friend just told me that all of my trials/tribulations are bringing out my "inner nuttiness." I feel like coffee beans, or maybe organic peanut butter... but in general, I think it's a good thing. She also said she might not recognize me even if we passed on the street. (Funny, another friend that no matter WHO strange/different I come to look, she believes she'll always recognize me because of our friendship. I think they are both right.

I now only have 2.25 hours til chemotherapy. They call Adriamycin the Red Devil... because it is bright red in the bottle. At least as 'red" as Hawaiian punch. It is reputed to turn your pea red, too. I think the amazing thing is that researchers have figured out how to kill weak cells and the cells that are dividing rapidly.
Ok. I'm off. but you knew that.
What I meant was, I Must fold laundry, dry sheets, change clothes and get a light lunch. I believe it'll be subway or Quizno's today. Oh, and I just remember there's tea steeping. It may have climbed out of the tea pot by now!