Another Dark Little Corner
Started this before change to "New Blogger", as backup in case of trouble with digiphoto blog "In a Small Dark Room", or rants & links blog "Hello Cruel World" . Useful - at one stage Dark Room was there, but like the astrophysical Dark Matter, we could't see it ... better now, but kept Just In Case.
There is nothing. There is no God and no universe, there is only empty space, and in it a lost and homeless and wandering and companionless and indestructible Thought. And I am that thought. And God, and the Universe, and Time, and Life, and Death, and Joy and Sorrow and Pain only a grotesque and brutal dream, evolved from the frantic imagination of that same Thought. Mark Twain (letter to Joseph Twichell after his wife's death)
[me, on a bad day]
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Preditors and Editors
Everything you wanted to know about literary agents
On the getting of agents
(and my Wish List)
The Day After
Wiped flat physically, and probably mentally. In the morning I managed a tiny bit of tidying and cleaning ready for the "compacks" lady tomorrow. Got through the rest of the day without collapsing and kept temperature under control, unlike after previous chemotherapy dose. Friends came over in the evening (I barely held on to consciousness waiting) and buzzcut the last of my hair off. I dunno about this whole "what doesn't kill me makes me stronger" idea, though.
Flat Inspection Day 1
Oh my god.
Very tired, especially after final inspection — had to stand for over 30 minutes in street with over 40 others as agent ran late. Yes, there's some very small, awkward places going for high prices, with lots of people looking for somewhere to live.
Crawling back from far side of hospital (257 Darlinghurst Rd) I stopped off to have a late lunch of Filet Mignon upstairs at the Courthouse Hotel, overlooking Taylor Square. Am trying to take these little luxuries in life, as I may not be able to for much longer. Who can tell.
Metastasis Chemotherapy: Cycle 2, Day 1
Second chemotherapy cycle started, went quickly with pre-needled port from community nurse yesterday, who took blood for pre-chemo tests.
Saw social worker about eviction, other issues, she didn't have much hope. Also saw breast cancer nurse, she found new compression sleeve still far too long — 45cm long where my arm is 37cm.
Got salads on way home, sat in Batuta over a pot of tea. Did other shopping in afternoon. Spent time looking online for new flat, finding about inspections tomorrow. Very challenged, rather depressed, about finding another place and having to move.
Still more excitement
Spent quiet several hours sitting around while workman came in to do repairs on kitchen & balcony walls & ceiling. Innocently thought this was good. After he left, friend arrived and we went downstairs to do some shopping. There was a letter in my mailbox.
It was an eviction notice. I have until just before Anzac Day (~60 days).
Just what I need now.
Still Not Dead Yet
OK. Back home after nearly 3 weeks in hospital. Sick, tired, PTSD from some procedures and experiences. Will try to fill in on what's happened as I'm able.
Good to have my interconnectivity restored.