The Attack of the Martian Death Flu

[Black Aeronaut]

Fucking hell.

This is one of those moments where I beat the living shit out of myself.

I'd noticed that this thread was a busy one, but with the whimsical title, I figured that everything was fine, and Epsilon would be out of the hospital with an interesting story to tell.

Fucking Hell.

I hate it when I do this.  I took something for granted, and then this happens.  We lose a friend, and I'm one of the last one's to realize it.  And it was only because of how Rob got cheesed off in the Politics forum.

FUCKING HELL.

I know it's stupid, but I feel like I have to make up for this somehow.  Anxiety and Asperger's Syndrome working together like twin engines of emotional turmoil.

But I know that there's nothing really that I can do at this point.  Except maybe for some empty gesture that would make no difference in the end.

It's weird that I just discovered the alt-rock band, Placebo.  They have a song that perfectly sums up my feelings about my online presence called Too Many Friends.

I've got too many friends
Too many people
That I'll never meet
That I'll never be there for
'Cause I'll never be there

I'm sorry Aaron.  I wish I could have been there.

I'll see you on the other side.  Hopefully not too soon.