... Still No Cures?
I had big weekend plans with the Swatchmen, too.
Perhaps I was getting ahead of myself. And maybe anyone who lives to see a cure for something they’ve lived with their whole lives should get some pre-cure counseling. Because what happens if I do see a cure someday, and I’m still boring old me? Then what?
So what’s a positoid to do in the meantime? For starters, I’m going to see Morrissey in concert. Tonight. I’ll let his songs get me through another Friday night- roughly my 1,141st, give or take a few- with my pet virus. But who’s counting? I never added that up before this whole stem cell thing.
Seeing Morrissey makes sense- he sings about gangs.
If I run into him, I’ll ask Moz if he’ll write a theme song for a once-bleeder who gets cured and forms a gang.... nah, that would be annoying; I bet he gets asked that all the time these days.