sweat

Imagine a brave, tough marathon runner. On and on the runner goes, racing into the sunset, sweat pouring, determined to reach the finish line. Problem is, the winner's already crossed the line and moved on. A valient try -- and, at this point, a wasted effort...

From Blake Farmer:

This is a story about ME. I’ve come down with a fever. I’m hot all the time. I can’t breathe. I break out in a sweat, and I have no energy. I’m so uncomfortable. It’s so hot. Nothing makes my fever go away, not aspirin, not ice-cold baths, nothing.

So I went to a doctor. The doctor says I have cancer. So I got a second opinion. And a third. They all said I have cancer.

It's 5:16 on Friday and I'm done.

I just finished the behemoth known as a 'business plan.'

That's right - we're looking for funding.

“If this week were a dude,” I told a friend last night, “I’d punch him right in the nose.” It’s been a fairly ridiculous week where something fairly major broke almost every day.