Record Two: Night and Day

by Allthing Publications

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  When I sent out my email, I wasn’t looking for anything in particular from the folks whose emails were listed in the BCC field. I was merely trying to keep them informed. I didn’t want to arrive at a relative’s house at some point in the future and have to explain in depth why I’d only like a small meal (not eating much at a relative’s house is akin to insulting the culinary skills of the host, don’tcha know). I’m grateful for all the replies, the ones that were noted above and the ones that weren’t, no matter what category they fell under. Above all else, they show that I’m cared for. Dare I say, even loved. And that’s a confidence boost in itself. It lets me know that I haven’t been a completely useless human being up to this point.

  I know that I have quite an extensive support system, and it’s quite amazing how I can communicate with them en masse. It’s certainly less tiring than dozens of phone calls and house calls, especially when my UC still has me shitting blood and water at inopportune times—not that there’s ever a good time to shit blood and water.

  Here’s to hoping less shitty days are ahead.

  Burn the boats.

  Wrong Wrong Wrong

  Sufian Malik