Okay, it looks like my initial attempt at posting didn't take (didn't even leave a draft), but that's okay. I've got a better one than just telling myself to fuck off for forgetting that it was Friday.
Cancer.
Cancer can fuck off and die in a crotch fire.
One of my dear friends has a particularly vicious form of breast cancer. It's not fair. She's only 35, has a two year old son, and has breast-fed this boy for both of his years on earth. That was supposed to cut her risk drastically.
I found out earlier this afternoon.
The shock has just worn off.
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