Cancer: Turns Out... Not so Hilarious.

"So, when you can't sleep you just stay online all night long with the TV on? Really?"

So at about 2am Channel 43 plays Sex in the City. I don't think anyone I know is privy to this knowledge because you all sleep at regular times, but for Cynthia, Jason, and Yours Truly; we were all awake. Cynthia was slaying online poker enemies and philosophizing about how people will hit on your just because of your Avatar, and Jason and I were going back and forth with worthless links that satisfy our immediate boredom. I think at that point we had found YouTube videos of commercials from our childhood. The Norton Furniture guy comes to mind.....

Anyway... the episode of Sex in the City I'm trying not to pay attention to, trying to salvage some sort of heterosexuality, is one where the friend, the slutty friend, has cancer and starts her chemo. I don't know names, but I'm sure you all know who I'm talking about in the show. She said "Cancer: Turns Out... Not so Hilarious."

I thought that was so funny. Not to mention how appropriate it is for me because my days and nights are mixed up from chemo.

I can't wait until Mom comes down the steps for work and asks me if I've slept. Maybe I'll pull the ol' sit-here-with-my-laptop-and-TV-on-but-act-asleep trick.