blahI feeling relatively together today, which is good because I'm meeting James LaBrie and Cristina...something. And it's better if I'm not drooling on their shoes. Not that I think I'll drool...
That's my horrible sense of humor's way of saying, I'm fine. I'm doing okay. Now that I know what's wrong, I can handle it. I'll get through it and that's all there is to it.
You might have to redirect me to this post on occasion, but that's alright too. That's why I'm writing it.
