Cassandra Disque | June 30, 2005
One of the beautiful things about the internet is that in five minutes I can track down nearly ever biggie former lover in my book and see what they are up to these days. And then the kid gets out of the shower, and I have to close the porn. Last night I told my [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 28, 2005
Yesterday was my birthday. Dr. Maude, the sprog and I went out for my birthday dinner Sunday night, to the Tibetan Kitchen. Nepalese is always a good idea, particularly when feeling empirical; why that’s the case, I don’t know. Just shit talking, most likely. I had a great little entry on choice, Fred Schneider, transhumanism, [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 23, 2005
…but I’m too damn loquacious to fit a good description of Benning Heights into three hundred words, and so I’ve got writer’s block. A great way out of writer’s block: hyperbole. Examination of one’s creative license. The problem with these journals is that they really become such a collection of mixed messages; when is writing [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 23, 2005
Today is Thursday, the 23rd of June. It’s about 2pm here. There’s approx. 30 hours left until the weekend begins. I’m currently teetering on the edge of total freak out, re: the kid watching. I don’t think I can handle this for another full week, let alone another two months. I’m sick to my damn [...]
Cassandra Disque | June 22, 2005
This is too fucking funny. An e-mail from my English instructor. If you can’t see why it’s funny, it’s probably because you don’t have the horrible critical editing skills to which she is so ironically referring. Hi, Cassandra! Again, I appreciate how thoroughly your are writing your peer responses! You would make a wonderful English [...]
Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.
My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."
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