Between phone calls and IMs and the many, many emails that you guys sent (which, thank you) to which I haven't even remotely finished replying, the day has just run away with me. I've been on the computer for 8 straight hours, so it was almost like working except I didn't have to read the paper or watch the news.
That said, I'm meeting people in 30 minutes to start the drinking, so the long explanation is going to have to wait for tomorrow's hangover. It's kind of hard, too, to be able to put everything into words or sort it out well enough to be coherent in the midst of my freak out and my trying-to-write-a-resume and all that stuff you do when you get fired. So, please, hang in there, give me a chance to write it in the way that I intellectually know is best and most honest. I really do appreciate the IMs and the emails and the Facebook messages and the supportive comments because, while I knew that some of you would notice, I had no idea that it would be such comprehensive support or that it would be able to make the last 24 hours so much less awful than I expected it to be.