Yeah, I hate Christmas and all that...

But I still think it's a good time to crawl out from under my rock and show some proof of live. My new doctor, good as she is, is also a bit crazy and she's removed all my candy, uhm, my painkillers. I hate that more than I hate Christmas but I do see why I have to go through this shit. The drugs are abusing my heart just a bit too much for comfort. I'm not ready to kick the bucket no matter how much this life annoys me at times.

Yeah, if you've emailed me and is hoping for an answer... don't get your hopes up. I trashes all what was in my mailbox. If it's really important just send me a now mail, and pray to what ever alien you worship. It might work.