Life currently is a state of major shit. I don’t want to get into details until we decide what is happening, but the short of it is that Mickey and myself could really use some hugs and support. I just spent two nights in a psych ward as a precaution to make sure I didn’t go and do something stupid. I’m not going back to Seattle, at least not any time soon.
*hug* I’m glad your head is still on at least somewhat straight, good decisions still being made. Let me know of absolutely anything I can do to help out man. See you this weekend, you’ll get the real hug then.
I’m a natural worrier, and this is quite a worrisome post. In truth, I don’t know you all that well, but nonetheless I don’t like seeing people I like in pain. There is all sorts of mayhem implied in this post, and I have no idea what it is about. If you ever want to just talk (which can help) or whatnot, you can give me a call anytime. (425) 443-6785.
Thanks for your concern, but I’m not yet willing to air this stuff publically… I’ll ping you privately later. *hug*
My screen name on AIM is rquat2. Drop me a line anytime.