Great job, team! I’m proud of you all!
Drinks on me tonight.
So I've been thinking. Just in case I don't make it out my next whatever I get trapped in again, or you don't, or something happens just have digitally written proof that I love you so much it pisses me off sometimes. Okay? Whatever happens. I love you.
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You don't have to be okay. I just want you to know that. Even if you're doing well with counseling or talking or whatever ... if you need to be somewhere you don't have to talk, I'm happy to just sit with you. And we don't have to say anything.
Ed, when you eventually read this, I want you to understand that I'm incomprehensibly proud of you. Your behaviour has reminded me of that Kipling poem ...If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Reyna, Peter, Lucy, Julie ... darlings I'm sorry.
Rumors of my death etc etc etc
I'm physically fine apparently. But I hate everything. Except you. If you are reading this, I do not hate you.