It's Friday, people!
May. 9th, 2003 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpMy radio station when I was a young'un (WBRU, Providence RI) used to have this sound clip that said that every Friday morning. I would get up for school to the sound of that screaming voice, and it gave me such hope. Today, I got email from my friend Matante Chrissy that said, "Remember that?" I wish I could hear it every Friday.
I was so busy at work that I am at home and don't know how to stop. It's 84 degrees and humid as fuck outside, and I walked into my (basement) apartment and it's a cool 68 degrees. Awwwwh yeah, that's why I live in a basement, baby. I brought my wedding album into my workplace today and gawked at it with Coworker Jennifer. I don't know who was more stunned by the photos - Jennifer or me. It seems like someone else's lifetime ago. I don't know who that person was in those photos; I barely recognize her face. Wow.
My Jennifer is sick with an illness I gave her. She's coughing and has laryngitis and is generally feeling miserable. I try to concentrate on these little ills that I can nurse away with cough drops, soup, tea, and kisses. It's so hard when there are big, scary sicknesses out there - people I've met, people I've smiled with and talked with and touched, people who have seemed so healthy.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
palmerlp's wife Jennifer has aggressive cancer of the stomach and other parts of the abdomen, and is taking experimental treatment. Meg is MIA and no one has heard from her and the whole thing is just so crazy and mixed-up. These things aren't supposed to happen to my friends, to the young and beautiful and alive.
I try not to think about these things and mention them, because saying things outloud gives them power. I know a lot of you are praying people, so if you get a chance, spend an extra second thinking of Jennifer and Meg. They are every wonderful person you ever met. Sometimes, when my tendency is to wait and see, be patient, analyze all angles before moving on something... sometimes I think of these things that happen and wonder why I'm waiting. Sometimes I think I should stop analyzing and stop living. Can I?
I'm going to copyswisscheesed now: Why did you add me to your friends list?
I was so busy at work that I am at home and don't know how to stop. It's 84 degrees and humid as fuck outside, and I walked into my (basement) apartment and it's a cool 68 degrees. Awwwwh yeah, that's why I live in a basement, baby. I brought my wedding album into my workplace today and gawked at it with Coworker Jennifer. I don't know who was more stunned by the photos - Jennifer or me. It seems like someone else's lifetime ago. I don't know who that person was in those photos; I barely recognize her face. Wow.
My Jennifer is sick with an illness I gave her. She's coughing and has laryngitis and is generally feeling miserable. I try to concentrate on these little ills that I can nurse away with cough drops, soup, tea, and kisses. It's so hard when there are big, scary sicknesses out there - people I've met, people I've smiled with and talked with and touched, people who have seemed so healthy.
palmerlp's wife Jennifer has aggressive cancer of the stomach and other parts of the abdomen, and is taking experimental treatment. Meg is MIA and no one has heard from her and the whole thing is just so crazy and mixed-up. These things aren't supposed to happen to my friends, to the young and beautiful and alive.I try not to think about these things and mention them, because saying things outloud gives them power. I know a lot of you are praying people, so if you get a chance, spend an extra second thinking of Jennifer and Meg. They are every wonderful person you ever met. Sometimes, when my tendency is to wait and see, be patient, analyze all angles before moving on something... sometimes I think of these things that happen and wonder why I'm waiting. Sometimes I think I should stop analyzing and stop living. Can I?
I'm going to copy
swisscheesed now: Why did you add me to your friends list?
