Running on Empty Dreams Page #5

What do you think about?

I don't know.

I think people should do

what they want to do,

be who they want to be,

as long as they follow Karma, you know?

Ready?

Mm-hmm.

Hi. We want a new look.

Yeah, something

really small and tasteful,

please.

Hmm. Awesome.

We'll get you back here in 8 weeks,

at which point we'll start you on

the Synthroid medication, which

is just a tiny little pill

you'll take once a day for

the rest of your life.

Wait, I'm sorry.

Did you just say the rest of my life?

Mrs. Harris, after

the radioiodine treatment

runs its course, you'll

no longer have a thyroid,

but you still need the TSH to-

But wait, the cancer's gone, right?

The cancer is in your thyroid.

We need to destroy the thyroid

in order to destroy the cancer.

You'll be fine.

That tiny little pill is what's

going to keep you alive.

All right.

I'll pay you the remaining

200 in a couple weeks, okay?

Great. Thanks.

See ya.

Hey, babe.

Hey, guys. You ready?

Let's grab your stuff. Let's go.

Hey.

Your hands don't tremble anymore.

Not as long as I

stay on my medication.

It was all worth the money then.

I'm going to work.

Jane has a friend who

needs help babysitting,

so I figured the extra cash would be good.

What, you miss Matt

being at home or something?

Maybe a little.

Heee-ya!

All right, you're too heavy. Go!

Careful!

I got a week coming up in Colorado.

Why can't you just be still?

Because we need the money.

I got the promotion, you know,

and it requires more travel.

I need you here.

Matt?

You think I like this?

Yeah, actually, I do.

You know, Corey, all you

need is an S on your chest

and a f***ing red cape, you know?

Sh*t.

I'd like you to come to

church with me on Saturday,

if you want.

You're kidding, right?

No, no, no, no.

I don't do the whole

organized religion thing.

I thought you were really into God.

Yeah, I'm spiritual, not religious.

How's that whole babysitting thing coming?

Oh, it's coming.

It's just extra cash right now,

but I think the baby's starting to like me.

Aww, what's not to like?

I like that shirt too.

Oh, this?

I wear it every day. It's

just my writing shirt.

I know.

What is it, like some mojo for you?

Good luck?

No, I don't believe in good luck.

It just gets me in my zone, you know?

I know.

I f***ed a writer in college.

He was always in his head.

I don't know.

Maybe you were just his muse.

Just needed somebody

special for inspiration.

I don't think he felt that way.

Well, his loss.

It was pretty much only about sex.

Well, with all the f***ing bastards,

it's all about sex.

I mean, I actually don't think I've ever

made love to anyone in my entire life.

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