Its about time I get back to the BST thread, and what better time to do it than with 1 week to go till D-day.
If memory serves me....
nearly 3 years ago, right about now I was probably in the final stages of my decent. Im pretty sure the BST (big stupid tumor) had probably taken a strong hold of me by now. Im not sure exactly what I was doing at this point, but I do remember that my head did nothing but throb and ache. All I wanted to do was sleep. I was probably not eating much at all, drinking copious amounts of coffee.
I had given up on taking any kind of asprin for the pain. I was not thinking clearly at any point. There was no point in the day when I could honestly say I was feeling nothing. There was always something.
I was looking forward to the next week, because on my birthday - my girlfriend (now wife) and I were finally going to Atlantic City. Taking the bus down from Franklin Square, NY. 3-4 hours depending on traffic one way.
Then you get about 7 hours or so to play and eat till your hearts content and wallet is empty. We were both looking forward to it, I had been to AC a few times as a kid - too young to play in the casinos. Now I am not big on gambling. The only way I like to gamble is on the horses, I like to see where my moneys going. This way I can yell at it when I lose.
Putting coins in a machine, watching the dials spin, and waiting for them to stop amuses me, but does not fascinate me.
But I thought this trip would be a nice, different birthday. And boy was it ever - but you are going to have to wait for next week for that one.
Right now, all I can really say is - you better strap yourselves in - this is going to get ugly.
(ps - still working on the firefox issue. might have to change templates totally. I have no idea)
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