Curious minds want to know

Yeah, yeah yeah, I know I haven't been writing much of anything here in these days....but whilst running away from the Hare Kirshnas, who had just bumped into that rabbi dude who is always conferring with my therapist, who said a hypnotist he knew thought a life coach would be right for me I suddenly found out that I could possibly have the big C word.

And with this panic inducing "oh! shit!" fear I can't even begin to think clear enough to listen to the goodly advice proffered by said stellar life coach Curt. How am I going to straighten out the life that is my mess when said life could be rudely interrupted or at least significantly altered.

And how can I do much of anything at all when 90 percent of my time is spent racing around getting every medical test known to man, (sometimes two or three times each) at two or three different places?

Maybe I should give the idea of coaching up for a little while and spend my remaining days working at a bordello (how else am I going to pay rent next month on top of all these bills).

I think I can learn everything I need to know about life in a house of ill repute. Where else can I spit on such repressed puritanical life threatening fears the medical ninnies have "stai tranquillo'd" into my brain and solve complex mathematical puzzles if not in the presence of all those dirty, half naked, coworkers speaking in fake accents? (French of course)?

Blue, I think I will paint the ceiling blue....

ps...there are not enough batteries in the world to explore the inner recesses of my currently confused mind...