I must be truely blessed. Or lucky to know Chris. I don't know how it's possible! How is it possible for me to be in so much shit that I should be dead to being back on the yellow brick road? I don't know. Even that answer escapes me.

All that's important to me now is that I have my friends back. They are the only thing that are important to me. I'm so happy that I have them back now. They are my world. Call me stupid, but that's how I feel. They are more important to me than my own life!