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I won’t be downloading because I generally can’t figure out my laptop to get downloads to play, but I’m glad to see the large photo of Dana. She’s got an interesting look in her eye.

It says “video not available” here.

I saw my doctor and she’s going to get my heart tested. I’m still on the waiting list for a CT scan to notice something wrong with my right lung. She said she’s going to try to figure out a way to expedite getting me tested for the mold infection (aspergillosis) so that I can get on the...

Thanks for reminding me. Yes.

I like the sun in early spring, but not in the summer, as it burns my skin easily then. Ok, let's find a pic to use as the cover art for Death of Shazza. I'll take one now, in my doctor's waiting room. Maybe it will do.

I adore that idea of Steven Patrick Morrissey and Carmen Vandenberg writing Death of Shazza. Really I do. I'm sitting in the waiting room of my doctor in a spot that has data reception. Nice that my mobile service is giving me 10 free gigs a month. I wonder what photo of me Morrissey would...

I’ll have to check this video out when I get back home, unless Morrissey’s with me, and we’re too busy laying hands on each other. Just exiting my apartment now.

A pinprick of pleasure. That’s looking on the bright side alright.

I think I look a bit elegant in this snap. I managed a tiny smile, after enjoying brushing my teeth. Now I'm going to floss, lace up, and hopefully run into Morrissey's arms. If not, then I'll make my way to my 'family' doctor for an appointment at 2.

It never occurred to me to donate my body to science. I will ponder that idea.

I'm just about to listen to this Sam. Looking like a lamb to the slaughter.

The Youngest Was the Most Loved

I talked to my counsellor this morning about having wished for death, until Morrissey sung out my name and appeared soon afterward. I had wished a heart attack would end my life, but now, I’m generally seeking to enjoy my life as much as I can, and hoping that if I can’t enjoy my own life, then...

Felt nauseous again last night, but laying down stopped it. Up now and it’s stopped. Woke up with I Live In Oblivion playing in my head. It’s a beautiful song. I met an artist yesterday, who paints in acrylics. She was good to talk with. From Japan. Lives in the West End here in Vancouver with...

That is my neighbourhood. It’s my regular route, up the hill, through the park, and back down to go home. It’s a beautiful spring day to be wearing sweatpants and a fleece hoodie over a flannel shirt, carrying Morrissey sticky notes in the shirt pocket. I wonder if the crows will go into dive...