Anissa Punches Me in the Throat, Too

Anissa. I adore her.

I’ve read some posts about her the last few days, since she suffered a stroke and the entire blogoTwittersphere is talking/praying for her. But I just haven’t been able to muster whatever it is I need to muster to write something of my own. I can’t. It’s been a fucked up week for me, full of stress/anxiety/depression. And now Anissa.

I will say that it’s another bucket of ice water thrown over my sleeping head. One moment she’s fine, the next? Hospitalized, unconscious, and fighting for her life. If that doesn’t make you want to live every moment to the fullest, I don’t know what will. Appreciate what you have, WHO you have…

Thought I’d just link to a guest post she wrote for me during the Summer of Love, where she includes a guest post I did for HER on HER blog. It’s a long story.

Just read it.

And Anissa? I know you’re in there, babe. You’ve opened your eyes a number of times now, according to Peter. Keep fighting. Come back.

PS: I love your boobies.

I’ll be out of pocket the next day or so. Going to my Dad’s today, probably staying over night. Stepmom is in the hospital because, y’know, the world apparently doesn’t care that my head is about to explode already…more stuff just keeps piling on. My friends, too. I’ve declared a public moratorium on sickness, dying, or anything bad or stressful.

I’m just waiting for God to flip the START switch on my request.

Should be any time now, I’m sure of it.

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