Hello, fellow crapples and whoever else takes the time to read my crappy posts. I’ve returned from my week of silence, mainly caused by my being in an accident and almost being taken away from this thing we call life. And, no, I was not the one driving.

I don’t really remember that much of the hospital, but I do remember the drugged-up haze from after the surgery, and I remember Constance coming to visit me, saying something about a wiped memory and Emma and Maxine wanting to visit me but having something more important to do.




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