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Spent a long, drinkful few hours at the Ottobar watching the Punk show and the Aerosmith show from the Baltimore School of Rock. At 10, we came home and ate cheese steak subs.

I imagine I feel today like I used to feel when I played at the Marble Bar, only I was drinking gin & tonics then—and eating cheese steak subs. And puking.

Thank goodness I've grown up and only poisoned myself with three beers—and a cheese steak sub.

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This is gonna be hard.

I got a gift today from one of my favorite artists in the whole wide world. I love her. She sent me her he(art).

Thank you, Grace.

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iPhoned it in, obviously.

I had a mammo and a CT with contrast yesterday. Had to drink a disgusting bunch of ass-creme-flavored barium (hey, it's not just for rectum anymore—make it palatable!), get an IV of contrast, lie in a tube, then get my boobs smashed like hideous painful pancakes. And then I hit "reply all" to a work email. Not cool. Any of it.

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walls come tumbling down."

I was asked to take some pictures of the walls at School of Rock. The school is moving after six or more years in the same spot, and the walls have been signed by all the kids in all the shows.

I would do it out of love and respect and kindness and interest and all the things that I value. I would do it for my daughter, for the people who work hard and well, for nostalgia.

I've been doing that for more than three years. At one time, I asked the former director about getting a discount on tuition because I always take photos of the kids. I thought maybe we could work out a little trade. I was told that they didn't do that.

But last year, a photographer friend joined up his kid and somehow managed to do what I've been doing for free all these years—in trade. He takes pictures and gets to save money on tickets and tuition.

That's what I get for giving it away. I don't take pictures of the kids anymore, even though I felt I did it with care and love. It used to tickle me to no end when they would make one of the photos I took of them their profile picture for Facebook. That's the only reason they friended me—for the photos.

They have someone new to do that now, and I've slowly begun deleting some of the School of Rock kids from my Facebook page. Some people said I shouldn't have had the kids as "friends" anyway (especially with my trash mouth). But I have loved watching them grow all these years. And I feel protective of them.

I wonder why the current director asked me to take the pictures of the walls. I guess their new photographer was too busy.

In other news, tomorrow I have a CT scan to find out whether my cancerous lymph nodes have grown.

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I've taken shots of this tree in the fog since we moved here. The tree doesn't have much longer, I'm afraid.

Who does.

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