Dear (PROT),
I could explain what it would seem most everyone is missing out on, but as I don't know what the shot is, I won't be opening my mouth.
That was exquisite. Not worth it all by itself, but, a good grab for me. And I am in sore need of such moments, truly. It's not that my health is bad.. it's that, it's not going in the right direction, and I don't care. When strangers have to care, and I still don't--Matt Houston, we have a problem.
it's gonna be a bloodbath.
I know, because I was there, and I felt it: people just can't imagine that unconditional love can exist in a place like this. But, it does.
For your mother. You, on the other hand, I can't contact because EMERGENCY hurr DURR and... look, whose idea was this? Because I'm not going to report myself for rape. Nor am I gonna go into my archives and find the audio file. Nor am I gonna... et cetera. And the reason... is that everyone has suffered enough.
Except for CancerBoy and Tonka Trucker Tramp, which I don't mean to be very insulting, but... look. What am I doing here? I am not under house arrest. I could even leave the state, if I -really- needed to. I do not.
What do I need? *sigh* Patients. Lots of patients. I wanna play house with the headhunter expansion package I am working on implementing.
Just kidding. I'm just sitting around wasting time. I have ideas, sure, but... laser tripwire claymore mines. Seem to be everywhere. I dare not make one false move, mostly because, I'm -not- entirely sure what is going down. On. Whatever.
For example... whatever just happened, I wiped it from my memory before it could settle in. I don't want to prejudice myself, or react badly. I honestly don't carry grudges by choice, and I don't know what it is that you thought happened. I don't even want to tell you!
I mean, unless you do, but that's not important right now. I guess. Oh yeah, that reminds me, I flirted with your brother and made an emotional connection with your sister, how many of them? I don't know. Does it matter at this point? Because emotional blackmail is a terrible thing, and it would be an awful experience for me to have to deal with that for real.
I love you, and I hope you had/have a lovely birthday. Note that I am supposedly to be totally devastated, and yet, I am not, and the reason is, in the demonstration of Mastery, I get a lot of endorphins off of being calm, relaxed, and totally not disappointed to be childless, single, and not addicted to anything. Dependent, yes, but I -chose- that. Not like toothpaste. We're born being addicted to that. Nothing to be done.
Now meanwhile, I don't think anyone is going to be hauling me off to jail, but--I've been wrong before. And it -is- serious. That's why I'm not playing around, I might break something important, and something important about that is... at this point, I won't even notice, let alone care.
Solitude has not served me well. Your friends have acted as though I were dangerous law enforcement. Again? Wow. Assuming I am looking for you? Uhm... oh, i get it: they know they'll get a screeching earful from you, which I remember well, which is not something I can do much about, but perhaps the police might have some ideas. (I don't mind their point of view, because at least now they know who I am, which is a privilege they were afforded by listening to you, and your reports, and your ilk, and your ilk's reports, and their biscuits & pancakes battle rattle.
I guess I should look at that Discovery document(s). I mean, this all sounds pretty serious, what are my options here, can I cross-examine you while barechested? I figure that would distract the judge, at least/teats,
allons-y!I'm okay; thanks for asking. I am a rock, I am an island. You appear to be okay. I mean, I really don't know what the, ah,
arrangements are now.
I'll just wait.