Bad news.

My grandmother, with whom I spent almost every summer of my childhood and who paid for my entire college, found a lump in her groin. It was falsely diagnosed as a hernia, but now that she's been to see a specialist, they think it's something more serious. They are getting a biopsy and will have the results on Monday, but they say it doesn't look good. I am terrified.
I started my first acting class tonight, but I'm too concerned about this to enjoy that.

We wait.

Oh, happy day...

I'm spending my Valentines Day reading in a bookstore cafe, flanked by idiotic LA girls pouring through Star magazines and criticizing famous clothes, famous hair, famous men to whom they would do "very bad things" and giggling at each other. Loudly. That bubble-headed giggle that only dogs can hear. My greatest wish is that my ears will soon be so clogged with blood I can no longer hear them. I cannot think of worse VD company to keep.
Hope yours is more enjoyable.

Nevermind.

Hmn. Maybe it's next week.