LifeBerry

To prove, without doubt, that I can in fact perform nearly all essential life functions via my BlackBerry (TM), this latest post is brought to you from my trusty wireless handheld.

My fancy uber-shiny ultra-speedy brand new portable slice of cutting edge technology is my favorite part of my job. Well not the leash like aspects of it, but rather the actual gadget itself. Pretty cool. Resilient too (having withstood the rather catastrophic introduction I insisted on making, Hot Coffee please meet BlackBerry (TM)...oops.)

Am getting a BlackBerry (TM) for myself when I resume life as a private citizen once again. Whenever that may be.

I really feel it will have to be soon. Or at least sooner rather than later.

It is 6 am on a Tuesday and, of course, I am at the airport because, clearly, where else would I be? Sleeping? Bitch, please. Who would want to be doing that. This is SO much cooler.

I already know it is going to be a very, very, very long day, and I wish that I could have reached Acceptance about it, or, alternatively, remained comfortably rooted in Denial or Shock, or perhaps more constructively, still endeavor to Bargain or be Angry.

But no.

As always, I can't seem to get past Depression about it. Maybe that is simply the state that requires the least energy at this point. Everything is about the lowest common denominator it seems.

I know it isn't prudent to take a vacation - that I should hoard all my vacation time as personal severance package - but I can't imagine making it another few months without taking some stretch of time. I need to heal. Get some sleep, make the nosebleeds stop, not let clumps of hair fall out etc. Not to be so friggin blase about symptoms that sound like side effects to chemo - that would be a good goal.

And to have better topics to write on. The holidays are just around the corner and I just love them.