Dreadfully DREADFULLY sorry this is so late, darlings, but I have been unable to connect to my ftp site all day.

We now return you to our originally scheduled homepage.

Alexey, another of the Systems guys who have stumbled into my little secret, came up to me yesterday with a big grin on his face and said that he had done a search on his name, and my site came up.

A doctor was in the office the other day, and he was introduced to everybody as "Dr. Michael J. Fox". If that was me, I'm thinking that I wouldn't include that middle initial...

So, John's out of town, and I'm taking care of his cat, and the day before they left, the cat suddenly got gravely ill, so I had visions in my head of the cat DYING while they were gone, and I'd feel so guilty, but I went there yesterday to feed her and squirt medicine down her throat, and she seemed quite chipper, so that fear's gone.

Now there's just the fear, no the horror of having to walk up five flights of stairs to his apartment twice a day!

I've said it before, and I'll say it again, nothing pisses me off more than someone finding out that my father died recently and not saying "Gee, I'm really sorry that your father died". I'm not asking them to cry themselves to sleep, I'm not asking them to crawl up my ass, in fact, I'd HATE that. All I'm asking is for realization that the worst thing that ever happened to me in my whole life just happened, and my life has completely changed.

How hard is it to say those eight words?

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