Sorry, I didn't realize you hadn't heard from me in a week. I wrote a controversial post and I kept thinking I would edit it, but I haven't. Things have been super hectic. People don't really comment, so I feel kind of disconnected from this thing anyway. But Maria emailed and wondered what was up. She wanted to believe I was having fun and feeling good. Nope. Not missing any of that folks. I either have been, or am, in pain, working, busy, or worse. I was sparing the lot of you. I even got a flu. I need real help. Like the professional kind. I've gotten it before. I can tell that it's time. I can't even think my own thoughts without feeling over stimulated. So, I'll be addressing that, as best I can. I went to work this morning and left people sleeping in my home. One of them came in and told me of a toilet explosion that took place, and how they had addressed it. I was skeptical. With reason. I contended with the shituation on my lunch break, and will finish the task when I get the energy to buy bleach and be upright. So, yeah. I just want to complain all the time. Then I feel defensive, because I know people think I shouldn't. But I hate those people. A lot.