Who can tell me the source of that quote? There's no prize if you can, except my respect, which really isn't worth much at all. In fact, you're probably better off without it.
Anyway, just wanted to tell all of you the same thing that I tell my mother during our monthly phone calls -- don't worry, I'm still alive. New job, new city, and 230 panic attacks later, I think I can start writing again. So I'll be back soon with a new story.
And like I tell my mother during our monthly calls, if you make me feel guilty for being MIA lately, I'll put you in a home.
XOXO,
Jonah
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that's from friends..ross to rachel. o.k. now i'll go back n read the whole thing LOL
hey, no guilt trips here. take your time.
Ok, no guilt, although it should be mentioned that I arose from my deathbed to come here.
Yabut, you don't know where I am to put me in a home.
So there!
I'm already in a home. wait. I ACT like I'm already in a home. according to my wife. is there a difference?
it is to me. no tapioca.
Put me in a Home? How soon can we arrange it?
Were you gone?
Where did you go? Hope you love your new life when the panic attacks stop...
Patiently waiting for more...
OK Jonah - I will wait, probably not patiently - but I will wait because when you write it will have been so worth the waiting time - it always is. Glad you are moved - take deep breaths and enjoy life!
Ross! (And actually, I was on his side in that argument.)
Settling into a new life kind of takes precendence over blogging.
Come back, dear.
I miss you. xo
Ok, break's over.
Now you're taking advantage.
Congrats on the new job. You are one of the lucky ones.
Are you ever coming back or what?
Look at me, two months later, still being really patient.
This is the longest !@#$% break I've ever been on...
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