i'm safe. i'm alive. i've broken down more then once for many, many reasons. the big one: lois and i would have been in nyc if we had gone the normal way to fall river. for some reason, lois decided we should take the parkway. thank fucking god.
karen, waryne, kate, mr. dagress, coyne, patrick, most of the slashy community, my parents, my sister...they're all okay. we have no news on albetta and that's a little scary. apparently mrs. davis can't get lines to connect in north jersey at the moment.
started crying really bad when i got a message from dayse on my phone to just email her and to just be okay. i promise i'm okay, baby. i'll talk to you later somehow. i love you.
karen, honey. find out if everyone's okay. be the little scourhound for me. i can't get in touch with dilkus. a little worried. i don't know where he's supposed to be. find out if croce and brielle and just everyone is alive and kicking and where they are supposed to be.
i don't want to think about what could have happened and what has happened. i think i need a nice, stiff drink.
thank god everyone is okay that we know of so far.
i love you guys.