I found a bar, club venure thing, that has open stage every Thursday, along with kareoke (SP?). So now, I’ll be there performing every Thursday that I can attend. The only downside is, it’s a country place. So, I have to work on my Taylor Swift. Or just introduce them to new music!
Okay, I finally scheduled an appointment for my brain. It’s on August 16th. My aches have gotten worse, so I figured I’d see if there was something wrong. Yes, I am scared to death about it, seeing as having a tumor or cancer is my greatest fear/paranoia. I’m probably going to try and bring a friend so I don’t have to do it alone. It’ll be my first scan if they do one. It’s also my first time seeing this doctor. All in all, he’ll either tell me I need surgery, or tell me I need a counselor.
We’re so fragile but at the same time, indestructible. It’s like the smallest thing can tear us to pieces but we always always rebuild, and come back together stronger. I don’t think this is called love though. I don’t think we would treat each other this way if we loved each other. It’s lust or something.