Portland, for the most part, rocked. Watched some awesome ballet and walked about 80 frillion miles and it was good. Saw two fucking rockin' shows. Hung out with Andy and his friends. Pretty chill.
we saw this sign on the side of the road. What bullshit.
I'm a little frazzled at the moment. While at Andy's, I got a disturbing call. And I don't really know what or how to feel. John, my friend Kathy's husband called me to tell me that her bone marrow biopsy came back positive (i.e. her leukemia is back...again) and there is nothing more that Fred Hutchison Hospital up in Seattle can do for her so they're sending her home. To die.