Happy Holidays, my angsty friend!
I know, I know. Holidays? you are wondering. What are those? Happy? pfft. No such thing. Not any more. Well, the annual winter days of celebration are upon us, whether you recognize them or not. And happiness can come in any size or shape.
Take, for example, the box sitting before you now. Wrapped in silver foil. (More resistant to heat.) Held closed by a thin silk ribbon, shiny black. (A color we have in common, hmm?) I tied it myself. Yes, my fingers are working again; thanks for asking. A couple of years of therapy and all of my limbs now move as I wish them to. Zach may have won that battle, but I won the war. See. It does happen. If we want it to. But, man, we have to REALLY want it. We have to decide to want it. Thats just a little free advice from one whos been there to one who thinks too much and acts too little. Take it or leave it, Ahren. No charge.
But back to my real gift. S