Well, I've spent the last several hours in purgatory. Not really, purgatory, per se. I've been reading the old entries of Frank's journal. Hoping to earn exoneration for my previous post that did not sit well with him. I've had to stop for now though somewhere at the beginning of October. I need to go back to my Nyquil daze and get some sleep.
I've sent Frank an unbefitting apology that I can only hope he will accept. I did not mean anything malicious against him or to imply he was lacking in his manhood. If anything, I was meaning it as derision of my own faulty thinking about men and what they are really like.
Off to la la land I go and clearly belong.