My old friend, tweeked

Let me explain this. First: I am not suicidal.
Second: Perhaps "hate" was a strong word.
Third: Disappointment is closer.

Fourth: Hormones combined with stress to create the pervious incarnation of this entry, and I apologize for scaring you. I' seem to be aplogizing for a lot lately, and to make up for it, I'll simply not blog about a lot of things. Solves everyone's problem, doesn't it?

No one gets upset, no one has to apologize. I'll start keeping a private diary instead of this.

No, no, I'm not leaving the blogsphere. Just removing part of myself from it.

I will now obey orders, leave the office, and go sleep some.

By the way, thanks for the phone call; I'd been wondering when we'd get to talk. While I can't say it was enjoyable, it was at the least reassuring. I hope the next is more the key of B Normal. I love you both very much.

End. (proper ending will not scare people)