Arm $aga, Part 5
I stared into the abyss.
The abyss stared back at me.
And then, three days after I'd made the decision to jump, an unlikely salvation leapt out at me and pulled me back from the brink.
What the hell am I talking about? I guess you'll have to go read my journal (this isn't my journal, this is my LJ), in which the Broken Arm $aga reaches its climactic finale.
