First of all...I'm OK.
Your messages of care and concern have meant more to me than I can express, Drunkards. Please know that I'm OK. I'm handling the less pleasant aspects of my life, and nothing can break me while I have the love and support of friends like you. Really.
I want to give something to all of you.
You are strong.
You are so goddamn strong.
I know this, because I'm strong, and if I'm strong, then anybody on Earth can be strong, because I am weak and delicate and afraid.
Yet I am looking life's less pleasant aspects dead square in the face and taking them on. I'm winning. So there's no doubt in my mind that you can win, too. I promise you can, and I promise I'm cheering you on.
I want to go back to blogging about music and politics and current events. I find myself to be a tremendously dull topic. And I will. My struggles are not interesting, or compelling. They're just the stuff of life, no different from the stuff of anyone's life. You don't need to read about dust and dirt.
Very soon, I will be free to be with the person I love.
You may have to read posts about how ridiculously in love I am.
Sorry in advance.
But mostly, I want to write about gun nuts and junk food and what the hell my Precocious Daughter is up to. I like that stuff.
Soon it will all be in a book.
And it will be dedicated to each of you.
Because I will make it so.
Because you have given me the strength to make it so.
Thank you, Drunkards.
Tomorrow's post will be funny and silly.
I can't wait.