Okay, I gotta duck out again.
Will be busy tomorro with my partner's birthday. Top priority. She sacrifices a lot so I can survive and I'll damn well make sure her birthday is good. And it means a lot to her. (actually, it's more of a month, cause the present is comin late and she won't have time to get out and about for a few weeks. But still.)
Also, on a more self-centred note: the recovery is sort of improving. In that my damn weight stopped plummeting and is slowly clawin its way back up. That's the easy-listening g-rated version. Long and short of it is: I'm still about to make at least a bit of a nuisance of myself, with contractually obliged breaks in between loud bouts of yelling 'fuck'.
And on a sappy note: I appreciate gettin to chat to ppl. I like ya. I actually like ppl, which is annoying, despite the fact I'm a cranky fucker and also as socially awkward as a penguin at an orca's central heating salespeople convention. I don't always get the chance to hang about and talk these days, so don't take it personal if I have to duck out here and there. Plus, echhh the damn health thing can suddenly go "Right, get offline and deal with me. Now."
Anyway, love to ya all. Cheers, folks. Hope you're all gettin by.
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