And Deirdre...I'm glad it didn't happen to me too. At least not...permanently. Thank you for smoking with me.
I am trying to recover gracefully, but it's not always easy. Last night I had nightmares all night. Being locked in a box will do that to you. And this is the third time for me. Isn't life strange? Stranger than receiving a virtual gift of milk and cookies from beyond the grave, though? That I'm not so sure about. Thanks, Mum...
I haven't really spoken to Aly yet. But I will. Time is good. I feel bad for doing this out in the open, but I freaked out publicly before I thought better of it... Don't be angry with her, it's not her fault.
I'm all scattered. Which, I suppose, is to be expected.