Hey look, it's Griswold

Because I'm too sick to write today, and because he hasn't made an appearance in a while (he's in the title of the blog, after all). 

And he's better looking/more interesting anyway.

Yayyy griswold.

Back to puking.

Always thought this was a poor choice of font

To me, the sign reads a bit like:

"HEY YOU, IDIOT WITH CANCER WHO CAN'T FIND THE ENORMOUS BUILDING THAT IS 20 FEET AWAY, IT'S RIGHT THERE, GO THAT WAY

...BITCH."

Maybe a nice Times New Roman for a professional feel.

Or really throw people off and go Comic Sans. Whoa, is this a hospital or a water park?!?!

I'm an idiot.

The drive

The morning of chemo always sucks. No way around it. This morning is a bit different than usual. I woke up pretty early, and just started getting sick right away. 

I have no "real" reason to feel sick...it's been two weeks since my last treatment, I haven't eaten any bad food, I should feel okay.

The mind takes over though, and your usual morning burp produces a bit more than you were expecting, and it's all down hill from there. Think that's gross? 

You don't know the half of it.

So, I did my best to get it all out of my system, and I hit the road with 2673778737 breath mints and gatorades in tow. 

Again, the extent at which the mind controls the body in situations like this is wild. I had a bowl of frosted flakes this morning. I had the same bowl of frosted flakes yesterday morning. For some reason, today's tasted like battery acid and chewing tobacco.

Kellogg's must be consumer testing a new variety. A strongly worded letter is in their future. 

Eat shit, Tony.

On the road. Getting there. 

You're up, ABVD. Don't bring no kool-aid to a gin party. 

The long absence

Hey y'all, 

I have no explanation for why I took such a long break from blogging. 

I could tell you it's because I'm pretty much constantly exhausted these days. 

I could tell you that it's because the cumulative effects of the chemo, in general, are piling up a bit. 

I could tell you it's because the creative juices haven't really been flowing much. 

Still, those are all excuses--and not very good ones at that. They also paint a picture that is a bit more dramatic than is necessary. 

No, I haven't been feeling well. Yes, chemo sucks. No, I don't feel much like writing when the alternative is sleep. 

Yes, I have it very good, and I'm doing okay. 

Many of you checked in on me when you noticed the drought, and I appreciate that. It feels good to know people out there are following along and are concerned. 

So the good news: I'm not dead. 

The bad news: You'll have to continue being force-fed my thoughts in the form of shitty writing. 

Hay.