Get Well Soon

I was all set to be my usual dumbass self here and now, complete with how the cards are treating me as if they were an ex-girlfriend. My anger was palpable. I take it back, less anger than frustration, which was pushing the needle into the red zone. Just an abyssmal run of luck and an equally brutal exhibition of "skill." But I took a run around the blogoshere first and...

It doesn't matter. It's just cards. It's just money.

Please join me in sending out your good thoughts and prayers to Felicia.