Life has gotten weird.
Two pink eyes so swollen I look Asian.
A close family friend lost his battle with cancer two days ago.
$800 worth of repairs needed to the car AC.
$250 for a new windshield for that same car.
Life can bite me.
That said, when life throws me little tiny lemons, I look to those people who are getting lemons violently and rapidly fired at them from the tennis ball-shooter machine.
1. Bring in Adam Frey, please. The Burgher that got cancer and then beat cancer, is now in the throes of a chemo-resistant recurrence that is giving him a 40-60% shot at living or dying.
2. Bring in Randy Pausch whose tumor marker is up to 1,600 and whose weight is down to 142 lbs and whose body can no longer handle the chemo.
3. Bring in John Challis, please, who was treated to a day in New York by A-Rod, who also offered to drive the kid to the ballpark. Problem was that the asshole paparazzi decided to ambush A-Rod about his marriage. Ugh. Poor John. Watch the video here.
Most days, I’d like to Chuck Norris the paparazzi in the collective donkey omelets. When they make John Challis look that concerned/confused, I want to put them in a barn and destroy it with a shoulder-fired rocket launcher and a very evil Mwah-hahaha!
Suddenly, it’s very hard for me to care about me very much.