I just finished my father-in-law’s birthday cake, and I’m trying to relax before I go out to ice it. No, no photos of the monstrosity that I call a cake. Every time I bake a cake, or someone around here bakes a cake, I photograph it an pop it on the internet for all to mock. Not this time, though. Aren’t you sick of seeing these cakes? I may/may not post pictures of my father-in-law in his birthday tee that I bought him – it’s a green Pop Eye shirt that I bought at Target the other day when I went on my shopping spree. It’s kind of funny. The shirt is screen printed with Pop Eye’s body, with the head at the neck of the shirt, insinuating that the person wearing the shirt has Pop Eye’s head.

My shopping spree that day ended in some tragedy. I bought a new winter coat, in black, of course, and it fit fine. I got it home only to then try to button it. It fit over my hips and stomach, but my tits were too big. I couldn’t button the coat over them, and I look like I have two huge scoops of ice cream on my chest! It’s bad! I even tried it while wearing a bra, and got the same results! I thought about returning the coat, but I really like the one I have. It was one of the few in the store that the sleeves actually come down to my wrists and they’re not too long or too short or too tight at the ends or too baggy. I really want to keep it.

I finally got my first nose bleed from treatment. I was expecting it a little bit, so I went into the bathroom and privately bled into a kleenex for about ten minutes. No biggie. No one could even tell I’d been bleeding. I called Doc Mick shortly after to tell him about the side effect. He wasn’t surprised, but warned me that a bigger side effect is hair loss. Yes, I am going to be bald very soon. I’m not looking forward to that. It could happen in as little as the next treatment, or the fourth treatment. I may or may not have hair on Christmas. I know that seems so far away, but it’s not. Not when you’re anticipating something bad to happen.

I feel really tired tonight. Getting up at 5am probably has a lot to do with this, so I’m going to finish my six pages of writing for the night, ice the cake I made, and get ready for bed. Long day tomorrow, too. I have been off of my anti-depressants for over a week now. That could possibly be why I have no energy and people in general are pissing me off. Then again, it’s probably all just in my head.