Well, much to the chagrin of myself and others, the maliciously dark abyss has decided to spit me back out onto the sands of the sweet-smelling clime that is Dana Point.
I don't get to spend more than 20 minutes per 2 hours off my back ( use of the WC not being an exception ), so I thought I would send a love letter to each of you who gave a shit enough about me to respond to my last journal ( and even those who didn't respond but thought about me anyway ).
My word is my bond; and even though I have a horrible amount of physical therapy ahead of me, I WILL FIGHT
It will take a while, and my "art" might look like crap, but I will fight. I know many of you have been through as bad or even worse than me and have come back, so I can do it too.
I Love you all so very much!!!!!