journal: Miss Fozzard in the Mirror, 20 August 2003
<i>Wednesday, 27 August 2003</i><br/>It’s almost surreal now. A dream of something that happened to me. That strange druggy feeling during the chemo. The sadness as I’d look in the mirror at my bald head, my slightly misshapen face—The days when I couldn’t believe really that I’d be myself again. And all along Talking Heads to come downtown for. I’ve just finished my makeup and hair and it’s Miss Fozzard looking back at me from the mirror.
