Oh, goddamn, Vortex. I'm so sorry.
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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.
Fuck I'm sorry. Strength to his family and you and all who loved him.
I'm so sorry, Vortex. There's no cancer that isn't evil, but, God, colon cancer is one of the worst. I'm so sorry for your loss.
Fuck cancer indeed. So sorry, Vortex.
I just found out a friend's father died, and I can't think of anything to write. I'll probably end up falling back on Walt Whitman.
"A facility for quotation covers the absence of original thought." ~ Dorothy L. Sayers
Thanks, all. I've been waiting for a call or email for a while now, so I'm okay. I sent up a quick prayer for my dad to be on the lookout. Of course, knowing my dad, he'll ask Paul why he never asked me out :)
Fuck cancer.
And fuck Aims' fucking uncle fucker.
Fuck.
I disagree with Sayers completely.
Vortex, I am sorry.