fuck. Just found out that a good friend just died. He had colon cancer and wasn't expected to make it. He lasted 6 months longer than expected, but not a good quality of life. I talked to him about a month ago and he didn't sound good. I got a chance to tell him that I loved him, but didn't expect that I would get another. I hate to be right. fuck.
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Aw hell, Vortex, I'm so sorry.
Fuck cancer.
Sideways, with a rusty chainsaw.
Fuck cancer. {{{{{{Vortex}}}}}} I'm sorry for your loss.
It's always sudden.
I'm so sorry, Vortex.
Damn. I'm sorry, Vortex.
I'm so sorry, Vortex.
Oh, goddamn, Vortex. I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry for your loss, Vortex.
Aims, I sincerely hope your uncle is so mad at you he never darkens your door again. Also, all the stuff they said about him above.
I have skipped so very much. Here I am still at the office at 10:30 on a Sunday night. This tells you why I have been a stranger. I have 2 new employees starting tomorrow. Hopefully that means a bit of sanity for me.
Vortex, so sorry. Fuck Cancer indeed.
Oh, Vortex. I'm so sorry.