Jade again

I can rest. And I have rested and how. All that digital mastering has taken its toll. I don't know why any type of music just takes itself to the middle of the night. Opera, ballet, operetta, grand scale concerts...as well as digital mastering. But it's done now. And I've paid the price of feeling exhausted. But it's well worth it. Now I should relax, the problem is I just cannot relax. I keep typing Jade Goody on every search engine available on the Internet. They all say the same thing, but I keep looking for a miracle. Of course I have never met Jade. And I never ever wanted to. Not now. I think she could use a miracle. Cervical cancer; something I never even knew existed. Can anybody die of cervical cancer? The answer is yes. I am sure that if there were something Jade could have done to get better she would have done it. Strange thing this cancer, it strikes when it likes. It doesn't say, oh I cannot strike a Big Brother celeb, it just does. And it probably also strikes the homeless people living under cardboard boxes in Trafalgar Square. Only they do not get as much publicity. But striking a 27 year old mum, it makes no sense. Her two sons will only have a little memory of their mum. And that's not fair. Right now I am consumed with this Jade Goody stuff. I don't know why. I just am.