I'm overhere now

Went for a long run--- well as long as I could do, which was shorts bursts of running interspersed with a lot of walking. Didn't sweat out the stress as well as it used to, but I guess this time, it helped.

Unless my brain is just tired of thinking about it. The rest of me is. Especially at night when my mind is humming and my thoughts are smashing into each other like frenzied atoms.

I guess it's not the worst news. I could have gotten a "you're going to die" speech, or even have a worst version of what I got. And it's not like me moping about it or sitting around stunned like some dillweed soap opera character is going help anything.

So I'll be around, and on AIM and places this weekend. If I get bitchy or maudlin, fire right back at me. Either it will put me straight or we'll have fight so epic it will provide gossip fodder for months.