Turfin' it. P-C was what it it was...very best to the works of you I briefly met here. Need a different venue...one that doesn't have me speaking with two fingers and rotting on my arse...RL has to have a promise or two left...I've got to turn my worth over to that. It'll die elsewhere.

Can't have myself loathing myself over a fkkn keyboard...that's what's happened. Been that way for weeks. I hoped to feel differently but it ain't worked. I'm a stone. No-ones fault...not mine either...just the way it is. I need contact is all. This is retreating...for me yes it is. I've come to expect and depend. Can't get what I need here. I ask too much...I control nothing. Turf it. No disrespect...to my friends here...thank you for making some days better... Well...seeya.

damn shutdown isn't instantaneous...i know that...but there she is...maybe hello again someday...s'all it is. Q/John [no drama man...it is what it is...]