My new sponsor. At the Caribou. Time to be open and honest. Blah.
It has occurred to me that the cure for loneliness is reaching out. That's true in blogging and in sobriety, so I'm doing it on both fronts. I'm slowly making the rounds of my old blogging pals, who (if they've given me any thought at all) must have written me off at least a year ago. But I'm like creepy bad guys in slasher movies. Just when you think I'm finally dead for real... something grabs your ankle while violent violin music slices through your brain (think Psycho).
Okay. I admit it. I have nothing to say right now so I'm making stuff up. Footwork and all.
Carry on, old pals. If I haven't yet gotten to you, I will. Bwahahahahaha.