i want to thank you, r. you know it's hard for me to speak of some things, and easier to write, but i'm going out to the kitchen in a minute to tell you while you make cookies, it's been an arduous passage, and i would have been lost without you, i would have been as i was before you, yet more so. i know i tested the limits, and together we were tested too, but we made it through this affliction. it was mine, but lucky for me, you made it yours, and made my little hell a livable one, and even a pleasurable one, and i want to thank you, good soul, thank you, xod.
and now i hear you whistling in the kitchen. here i come.