"Migraine" is NOT the word.

My brain started spazing out again. All these bizarre, freaky snapshots started coming to my head - Binary code, static...images of nuclear explosions. The last one is only amusing to me because it feels like there IS one contained in my HEAD.

It's gotta be the stress. And let me tell you, there's a WHOLE lot of it.

Fang's gone, and I just feel all this. . .sadness, which goes without saying. (Yes, I said it. I'm sad over it. Deal.) But, for as much sadness as I feel, there's an equal amount of pressure. Not just on my brain, but on me.

Fang is the co-captain of this flock. When I felt like I couldn't deal on my own, I never even had to say anything - he picked up the slack.

I had a sobering realization today. I am alone here in leading this flock now. Let's just face it. Fang may not ever be coming back.

This rant had been brought to you by DENIAL: It's not just a river in Egypt anymore.


Max