excuses, excuses, excuses...

I haven't been posting much lately. It's not that I haven't been writing. Oh, I've been doing a lot of that. The kind of furious writing accompanied by frustrated sighs and frantic keyboard pounding. The kind of writing that is inspired by insomnia. Insomnia caused by stress. Stress caused by, I hate to say, ME.

   If you know ME, I'm sure you've given me advice in the not too distant past that would have put me in a position where I would not be so stressed out, I would be able to sleep at night, and therefore write the kind of furiously ecstatic writing accompanied by sighs of nostalgia and frantic, yet happy keyboard tippity tapping. So you could say that a little bit of embarrassment is part of the reason for the lack of posts. Embarrassed that I'm complaining about living a life that I wouldn't been living if I wasn't ME. Hindsight, as they say is 20/20.

   

Go ahead and say your "I told you so's." I deserve it... 

I'll write about it later (then embarrassingly delete the post.)