I was working on a post today about friendship.

Anissa knew I was writing it and had the audacity to bet someone that I wouldn’t be able to write it without being snarky.

She was right.

Dammit.

Which is exactly why it was never published.  Because, fuck me, I couldn’t let her be RIGHT.

But now?  I’d give anything for her to laugh at me and make fun of me about it.

Because she’s lying in a hospital bed in the ICU after suffering a stroke this afternoon.

And she needs all the positive thinking we can muster.

So, please.  Send her every ounce of positive thought you have inside your body.

I don’t do prayers, but if you do and you think they’ll help, go for it.  I know Anissa believes in them.

I expect her to be making fun of me again in no time.

I love you Anissa.  I’m proud to call you my friend.  Come back to me soon.

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