Well, I just had the police and my landlady, literally bust down one of my doors, over fears I'd harmed myself of died of a heart attack or something--well, that's nice. I'd always assumed I'd lay here for days without anyone noticing...but, my apartment looks like a pigsty! Ugh!!! Why can't I just have a day of peace and quiet? I mean, I'm touched someone cares, but not thrilled with being woken up out of a sound sleep, by some big burly cop breaking in my door. Damn.
I'm fine, okay? I'm depressed, and not physically well, but, I'm NOT suicidal, and I still have one or two years left to live, at least, I'm not dying yet, so please, no more cops at the door, ey?



kevinwilson
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alright - i'll call them off.
(that must have frightened the life out of you...)
glad you're ok.