You miss me. You miss my words and wonder why I've been gone for so long.
I'm not really gone, I'm just not uploading the content of my brain to you. Shame on me especially after promising you so much.
There's something to be said about being manic AND phobic to commitment. It will suddenly halt someone dead in their tracks. I shouldn't have opened my great big trap and made such big promises to everyone else, continued to let it flow the way it was. If it isn't broke, don't fix it sort of mentality would have been the way to go!
Where should my roving fingers take us? what insights, what stories? I'm sure you are ready for the whirling dervish that IS ..well, ME.
