October 1st, 2008

Well Shite, Saddy McSaderson

To Those in the Know

Lydia's doing okay. She's strong. She's making horrifying jokes about how she's catching up to my number of deaths, and then smirking as my jaw drops to the floor. And then I realise that's probably how you all feel when I joke like that... She's with Katherine for the night again. It's doing her good.

I have a biopsy tomorrow morning. It should be fine. And then we'll know things. Like what to do from here. If I go bald, no one is to refer to me as Uncle Fester and if you do you should be duly warned that I bite.

I love my wife.

Which has nothing to do with biting. Well nothing much...
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