In the wee hours of Monday morning, while I was fast asleep, they got a hold of the password to my email account and helped out. While I do appreciate the flood of email responses I have received from those concerned about my "health", I do, however, feel as though I need to set a few things straight:
No, I don't want any pharmaceuticals in my Christmas stocking.
No, I am not having any issues with my "potency".
No, I am not suggesting that my father get a supply of:
As a matter of fact, I am pretty sure I don't want to know that he would ever have the opportunity to use them.
To this concerned citizen I would just like to say thanks. Thanks for pointing out the fact that I am not the best at keeping in touch with friends and family. Thanks for helping me do a little more work securing my computer and changing all my passwords because clearly I don't have enough to do already.
Thanks for making me feel like more of a douche than I already feel. Nothing like a little extra humiliation to really bump up the old self esteem when you can't walk down the street without being stared at, when people talk about you (within earshot) because you're obviously too dumb to understand them, and don't forget not being able to let a single sentence pass by your lips without being corrected about your poor grammar or terrible accent.
Yes Mr Hacker, thank you for keeping me humble.