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[cabbitzilla]

I know people worry. I'm alive. I'm... intact. Anyone that's been around me a couple years knows that I damn near always get nailed with a massive curl up under the blankets and sob depressive bout just before Christmas. I managed to fight it off a time or two, and thought I had managed it again this year. It turns out that that is not the case, and all I'd managed to do was postpone it a bit. It may take me a couple days to completely return - I'm at least aware of what's going on today and have worn myself out trying to fight my way out of it. But I'm not dead in a ditch somewhere, and I've not stormed off with my panties in a knot, and I'm not upset with anyone. Just give me a few days.

Fire/Merc/Panic/Lugh ... one of you or all of you PLEASE tell Quincy? She worries herself half to death and never remembers to check here.