In which I crawl into a hole, hoping to die.

...Especially after my little tirade around this time last year about being disappointed by others for saying and not doing. I honestly intended to honor my commitment to Jules's virtual art gallery, but even while personally failing and feeling guilty, I figured I'd be the exception to the rule, the one person who fell through. Surely others with much more talent would pick up the slack and I'd be the only one aware that I was missing.

Judging by some Facebook posts today, though, I couldn't be more wrong, and it makes me feel even more sick about my own failure. For fuck's sake, I was even tested for lupus myself this week, among a host of other things! Yes, all of my bloodwork came back normal in the end, but for roughly 24 hours? It was possible. Not likely, but possible, and I'd never wished more for a positive mono test in my life. 

Jules, I'm so sorry, more than you could ever know. Internet-only-friend or not, I'll find a way to fix this. It may be soonish, or it may be closer to the October update, but I'll find something. And if you have any particular request, just let me know, and I'll do everything I can to meet it.