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"OK, so I was just down in the Glamour cafeteria with my fellow blogger Ashley (she writes Slaves to Fashion) trying to figure out what the heck I was going to blog about today&amp;amp;#8212;I was at Glamour&amp;amp;#8217;s Woman of the Year event until late last night so the creative juices are still curled up in bed. &amp;amp;#8220;I&amp;amp;#8217;ve always wondered what Gleevec tastes like, maybe you could write about that,&amp;amp;#8221; she said, trying her best to be helpful. Please tell me it hasn&amp;amp;#8217;t come to that! Please tell me I&amp;amp;#8217;m not that hard up for ideas that I have to resort to telling you all about the taste of my little orange cancer pills. But then I thought, wait a minute, where are my little orange cancer pills?! And then I remembered that I finished a bottle yesterday and the new bottle, which I was so good about getting filled ahead of time, is sitting at home in my medicine cabinet. I&amp;amp;#8217;m such an idiot! And it&amp;amp;#8217;s not like I can take them when I get home tonight because I&amp;amp;#8217;m not going home tonight&amp;amp;#8212;Nick and I are heading to Long Island to have his belated birthday dinner with my family and to see our nephew Andrew hopped up on Halloween candy. But I can&amp;amp;#8217;t skip a day. Not now. Because pretty soon, if all goes well, I&amp;amp;#8217;ll be skipping nine months of pills (I&amp;amp;#8217;m planning to go off the Gleevec to have a baby). Until then, I want to be diligent. So, I&amp;amp;#8217;m off to my apartment (about 25 minutes away) to get the damn Gleevec. At least I can count the walk to and from the subway as my exercise today since I didn&amp;amp;#8217;t exactly make it to the gym this morning! &amp;amp;#8212;Erin"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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