Alive!

Jesus H Christ on a popsicle stick, I'm alive.

Apparently I don't have brain cancer anymore. That's the good news.

I AM, however, making chicken that's way too old. It was raw, stewed in cream, and in my fridge. I am willing to take the chance. I am attempting to overcook it to kill the salmonella. Is that possible? I don't know, but I shall find out.

So I have driven a bisexual woman into full fledged lesbianism. In exchange, she offered a deal with the devil. I'm serious. She's a witch all kinds into blood magic and that sort of thing. I'm really, really unnerved. She actually sensed my doom and gloom ties with death (don't ask, I will get to that sometime soon, brain cancer is part of it, ... yeah, and offered to take him off my hands. Having said that, she claimed he was the source of my inspiration, which he sort of is, then offered to replace him with the devil. Imagine my facial expression). She then proceeded to tell me a bunch of evil shit that was totally on point, creeped the hell out of me. Girlfriend material?

I started on the biography of my best friend who was shot by his girlfriend. How fucked up is that? Disturbing is what it is. I have to get this thing DONE and done fast, but I am forced to come to grips with the fact that I don't know too many details about him. He was the guy I thought of first when I considered what I would do if I won the lottery. You know when you pick someone who should not have to work, whose job in this life would be to enjoy life, to feast and kiss girls and laugh and read and stand on a stage and act? That's what he was born to do, and that's what I would have given him, had I the means. I was not alone in this. But a man like that is the composite of a million stories and I was only a part of a few of them. I contacted people, begging for stories, but it's a painful request and I expect few responses.

Okay, the chicken burnt (or burned? I honestly don't know. I think like in all writing you just have to stay consistent. I was listening to this audio book and the guy kept saying 'lighted'. 'Lighted' instead of 'Lit.' So I find out lighted is the correct form from an audio book. A good audio book, but still). I ate a tiny bit of chicken. That will be the test. I don't think I need a whole lot of it to get sick, I think.

I will write messed up cartoon screenplay soon. I just need to re-read some of them. I have read the last three Hot Librarian entries. Jesus that girl is good.