So my Fiesta pal Taffy suggested that one way to pass the time while I'm recovering would be to create a My Space page. Being one to jump on a trend five minutes before it is totally over, I put a rudimentary page together this morning, and now I'm a wreck with worry that no one will want to be my My Space friend. This is far more anxiety than I can deal with! It might just be all the steroids I'm on talking (I can barely hear them above the usual voices in my head), but please humor me and my messy esteem by sending me a friend request at Christopher's My Space Profile.
Do it now. I know where you live, and I am not above sending the Scientologists after you.