dirge....I'm not angry in the least. Simply because I point out YellowJacket has landed on Uranus does not indicate I am angry. YellowJacket, on the other hand, has *clearly* gone off the deep end...
...I actually have a spy cam in YJ's rooms...even now he is sitting alone, huddled in a corner, hands to his mouth, fingers wiggling his lips while mutters unmentionables to himself. Sadly, it appears he is unbathed...and perhaps has been so for many days, and...I'm certain it's simply a part of his mental condition...but he appears to have soiled himself. That being said, Peppy, his three-legged schnauzer, seems to be making gains on...er...this is a bit gross...cleaning him up. A friendly pup, for certain, but a little disgusting. He seems to have been surviving on bon bons and cheery coke and, oddly enough, a pile of beets, given the wrappers, cans and greens scattered about him, but alas his stash seems to be dwindling, which is perhaps what has brought him out even this day...a desperate cry for help, for recognition, hoping someone will come save him from himself.
I pity poor Yellowjacket...while I have suffered my own problems, his seem to have taken him to a depth of despair that even I did not reach.
Hang in there, old boy...there is a light...
As for my health...I feel better than I have in literally *years*, having been dry for many months now. I appreciate any thoughts and concerns.