184: In The Storm Of The Eye

Strange times a-brewin. Turns out my pet scan revealed zero evidence of reoccurring lymphoma. Ditto for my orbital CT scan. This news, while somewhat a relief, does nothing to explain the pink fleshy mass hanging out in my left eye. (does the phrase "pink fleshy mass" make you as uncomfortable as it does me?) Hence, the recommended treatment = nothing. We play the waiting game. I go back in a month and we see how it all looks. And there you have it!

Hey look, I'm selling an old acoustic guitar. It's the one i've had here at work to write minisongs etc. But i'm trying to dually liquidate and make more room in my room. More room for the room. My main guitar will then come here where it can sit in the corner of my (good) eye and tempt me.

I hate the Grammys. It's just the epitome of cheeseball I rarely agree with any of the nominees and i almost never agree with the winners. Some of the categories I don't even understand. Admittedly, i was one of those folks that resolved to never watch another Grammy show after Metallica lost to Jethro Tull... This is why I enjoyed Amy Winehouse's set (and acceptance speech) last week. Other than maybe Kanye, she's the one loose cannon, unpredictable and thus, exciting in such a stale saccharine ceremony... I've been listening to her a lot lately...

What kind of fuckery is this?