Me: You know, I get emails from very cute women who like my crazy conspiracy theories. They've read the book and they think I'm brilliant.

Her: It's because they don't know you yet.

Me: This means that I have groupies.

Her: Mulder, you're living with one of your groupies. Haven't you figured that out yet?

Me: (I'm still laughing.)

When Dana and I first fell in love, well, realized we were in love, and we committed to a physical relationship with each other that involved more than the occasional comfort fuck, one of my favorite things to do was wake early and hold her while she slept. She's always fit perfectly against me and for as awkward as it can be to sleep with another ( Read more... )

No, that wasn't my mother screaming at me from the grave, it was the woman I've been in love with for what feels like most of my life, after discovering I had (without her consent) taken a sample of her medications to a friend of mine and had them tested to make sure they were actually what they were supposed to be ( Read more... )

Let me say this - Dana's brother, Charlie, is a really great guy. I get along well with him, his ex wife, his children, and the person he is seeing. Right now, Charlie is on some assignment and we won't see him for years (thanks to his involvement in a search for a cure for Dana's cancer) but I've always liked him. Bill? Well? He's an ( Read more... )

Thirteen years ago, she started having headaches. Finally, in November, after a migraine kept her in bed for three days, I talked her into going to the doctor. She called me from the hospital and I knew. I knew before I hung up, before I got in my car, before I stopped at the store to buy flowers, before I entered the hospital. I knew before she'd ( Read more... )

Today was another day of exploration. Dana's been tired. Tired enough that we've already scheduled a non-routine visit with her doctor for when we get back. Dana is thinking that the lower dose of the meds isn't working. I'm just hoping she's tired. We'll know more next week ( Read more... )

I heard from an old friend, asking for a favor. When you're operating off the grid, it helps to have people in your corner who are still in the system ( Read more... )

Scully's curled up with her book of Tess Gallagher poems. It's dogeared and held together more with prayer than anything else, but I know it comforts her. If you aren't familiar with her work, she's a modern poet who has written very bravely about her struggles with cancer. For obvious reasons, Scully finds inspiration in Gallagher's words. ( Read more... )

I sat down this past weekend and had a very, very long talk with Mary. It actually lasted all weekend, with only a few hours dropped in for sleep. I told her everything ... everything about New Mexico, the train car, a very special little boy, and that chain smoking sonofabitch who will, forever, haunt my nightmares.

( Everything I'm about to tell you here. )

She's ... erm ... passed out.

( Bucharest, Day 1 ... )