Two and a half hours ago my fiance landed in the emergency room with agonizing back pain (possibly a ruptured disc, possibly a kidney stone, possibly childbirth) (okay, not that last). I guess I'm running yammering to you guys for moral support, both for his illness and for the delayed reactions of his parents when it sinks in that the last thing I said to them before rushing home to get some sleep before I have to work in the morning was "Goddess bless," said parents being a little uptight about their monotheism.
As it is, I'm a bit too jittered to sleep at the moment.
Or something like that.
Anyway.
As it is, I'm a bit too jittered to sleep at the moment.
Or something like that.
Anyway.