Many thanks, but...

First off, let me say a big "THANK YOU!" to the three people who replied to my more-fucked-up-than-usual Sunday post. I like knowing that the crap I write is read by people, and the fact that you cared enough to leave a comment warms me.

But...

I have no way of talking with you folks.

Salem -- dude, I'm sorry about pretending you were killed by the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile last year. Still, you managed to get your revenge on me for falling off the face of the planet for nine months, so we'll call it even. But you don't show up on chat any more, and I don't have your phone number, and these kinds of conversations just aren't suited for email at all.

David -- no offense, man, but I have no fucking clue who you are. No last name, and no visible blogger profile. I couldn't contact you privately if I wanted to, and since I don't know who you are, I don't much want to. I suspect you're Dave of "Dave and Freddie," but unless you reply I'll never know.

And if you ARE Dave, then dude, you owe me like a dozen call backs.

Trollsmyth -- actually, you never volunteered yourself as a dumping ground for my angst, which tells me you're a pretty smart cookie. Compassionate enough to give me words of encouragement when I needed them, but not so foolish as to get stuck in my emotional mire. Kudos to you, sir.

Thanks to each of you for replying, and if you first two are serious about helping out, you know how to contact me.

NOTE: I'm aware that at times my tone comes off as snarky when it's not intended. In an effort to be absolutely 100% clear about such things, let me stress that there was no sarcasm anywhere in this post.