EIGHT. YOU HAVE MADE EIGHT JOURNALS IN THE SPACE OF TWO OR THREE DAYS.

HOW am I supposed to read and comment one each and every one of them? I have 23 journals to read since Sunday. TWENTY-THREE. EIGHT OF WHICH ARE YOURS. THAT'S MORE THAN ONE THIRD OF ALL THE JOURNALS IN MY WATCH BOX.

You know who you are.

And if that reply simply isn't good enough for you, let me tell you how I have been spending my Spring break.

Cleaning. Serving. House chores. My family has been in various states of sickness these past two weeks. I had it. I got over it. They still have it. This leaves me the only person in the house still on two legs. I'm doing the laundry, dishes, cooking, cleaning, etc, EVERYTHING.

I have also been juggling all sorts of things that people want me to do IN REAL LIFE. I have to host a discussion at next week's writer's meeting. I have to have at least three written pages of SOMETHING with me. I have to re-schedule a dental appointment. On Friday, I'm leaving to go to Winston, Salem, for the weekend. HOPEFULLY I'll get something out of the Acquire the Fire conference. Happy Week will be upon me by then(despite my fervent prayers that I would have it LAST WEEK in order to bypass such discomfort while trying to enjoy myself) and it's at least five or six hours drive to get there. We'd better be making lots of pit stops.

Parelli is trying to eat me. As are the horses I'm working with. The lady who owns them is no longer cooperating and insists on bribing and manhandling them, thus negating whatever good the Parelli does.

I don't blame you for thinking I should be on more, though. I really haven't kept you guys updated enough. For that, I apologize.

Consider DA on hold. This is an official hiatus notice until Life decides I've been through enough of this crap and tones it down a little.

Bye-bye.

[sub]You took for granted all the times I've never let you down.
You stumbled in and bumped your head
If not for me then you'd be dead.
I picked you up, put you back on solid ground

3 Doors Down ~ Kryptonite[/sub]

(to the writer of that certain note - the song is not necessarily pointed at you. rest assured.)