SATURDAY

Saturday at noon, I bike to Patient's Medical (on 42nd and Second) for glutathione, lipoic acid IVs and my B12 shot and I feel better. I am more my self. I feel centered and energized.

(I can't afford these treatments)

huh.

The glutathione induces a happy, angry, edge, like a cup of black coffee during a mild argument.
The glutathione  revs me up.

My apartment will be an inspiring creative haven! A streamlined home/factory! - to write, photograph, design, and edit!

I will derail this disease!

This disease has nothing to do with me or my plans!!

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Write a short story!
Write a play!
Write a one act  or any essay!
Write an actor bio (for the future) describing how I beat this terrible disease!
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Once home, I swim.

And then I turn on NPR; Garrison Keillor, short-stories read from The Symphony Space.
The readers are Mary Stuart Masterson (I kinda know), Cambell Scott, and Marian Seldes.
Marion Seldes - always compelling - reads "Number 10"  by Edna O'Brien, a story that embraces magical realism with wry humor.  An upper class wife willingly sleepwalks and discovers (through her dreams) the true nature of her marriage.

I like radio. It feels pure and communal. It doesn't suck up the room like T.V or the internet.