September 9th, 2004

The Party Scene


Had a horrible nightmare last night. I saw my doctor, she said I have mouth cancer and five years to live. Then I phoned Pooka and asked if he'd marry me cuz I don't have long left, he said no cuz I'm stupid enough to get mouth cancer. Then I just thought, who needs five more years and fell down dead. Sooooo scary. :\

Woke up in a cold sweat, mouth in a lot of pain, fell asleep again quickly though - next dream was something about being on stage with Justin Hawkins and him talking to me about "manic depressive meat sandwiches" (!?). Can't really remember it. Meh.

Going to doctors tomorrow morning. Very scared that it'll come true (mouth cancer, not Justin) ....

- b.k. x

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