I failed to proofread this entry, in my addled state, for public consumption. The victories that crabbed bunchback part of me that hates me, they're when I think that I'm useless and say so in front of my friends, or I call in sick because I can't stand the thought of getting up that day. It's got a long way to go before it wins the war and actually destroys me.
And I dearly love those of you who are concerned for me, and it's very reassuring (especially in this season) to hear from you.