Almost Back

Dear Internet,

I have missed you, and how. The past few days have been trying, but the stomach aches and dizzy spells are gone.

And now? Now my modem is lighted all up in just the right places, my comuter is once more a computer. My house is still a disaster, but it's my house, and it's painted. I blew off the housework this evening to loll about, shoot the shit, and drink single malt scotch with handsome butches. CT is going to be here in three sleeps.

I thought I didn't miss you at all, but here I am, at 2:17 in the am, writing you a note to tell you that I'll never ever leave you again.

xom.