Pretty when I cry
Unfortunately, the news the doctor had for me yesterday was not so good. Cancer, and a bunch more of it than she thought. She's doing everything she can, and we'll deal with whatever happens as it comes. At this point, though, the options are fairly limited.
Like I said before...there are far worse things going on in the world. Tsunamis, hurricanes, all kinds of crazy, horrible shit. People have their hearts broken every day of the year, in ways that I can't possibly fathom. I'm incredibly lucky for what time I've had with Storm so far, and every minute we have left.
That said...I'm a tad bit of a wreck. Thank god my mother is a veritable pharmaceutical goldmine and doesn't mind sharing.
You'll be pleased to know that I won't be going on about this. You don't visit the Ninth Circle to get a daily fill of depressing personal crises, any more than I write here for the purpose of doling them out.
Please tune back in tomorrow, so I can tell you where and when to meet me on Thursday to check out some rock and get mind-numbingly drunk.