…all the things I’d do, to make myself turn blue…
There is no week like the week I had and that is not a good thing. Ripe with assaults, firings, lying, quitting, betrayals, death of George Harrison (my favorite Beatle), discrimination, and cancer. Personally, worst week ever. Also, yesterday I get word that my dog has cancer and only has a couple of months to a year to live. The timing: impeccable. Yup.
Tags: cancer, George Harrison, RA
