I'm alive.

I'm at Vicki's house, with friends and three vicodin pills, feeling... safer, anyway.

Yes, bad shit is still happening. I'll rant about it after-the-fact.

But for now... *shrugs* ...there's not much that can be done about it.

But I'll survive. I'll be fine.

I just really miss people, right now.

I'm sorry, but I don't have the strength for a complicated, in-depth entry right now.