The City of Legends

Got a lot of last-minute Christmas emails...that was a nice surprise (of course, I sent out a lot of last-minute Christmas emails).

Things are very quiet today...I saw my boys last weekend, for Christmas, and haven't yet been able to reach them by phone today...but I am sure they are having a blast (they were getting a Robo-Raptor, each...I pity Jan...she'll be up to her armpits in battling biomechanical dinosaurs).

Answer to Yvonne: Nope. And that's my choice. I have trust issues now...and I think I've earned them. To quote Tom Sizemore in "Strange Days" - "The issue is not whether you're paranoid...the issue is whether you are paranoid enough." I spend enough of my time fighting the mental mutations caused by this system of stresses...to allow another random element in at this time could be foolish or disastrous. Yes, I am hungry, but I also know that to try to find someone or accept someone in with the same charitable aplomb as before (taking another scorpion across the waters on my back, to steal a fabled allegory) might result in a total loss of so many things. I'll be fine, I'm well along on my own healing curve. Watch me over the next 9-12 months. I may be broke, but I am not...broken.

Merry Christmas, All.