I am sitting here with the cursor blinking at me, wondering what I could possibly write, how I could possibly get words on the screen like I have done countless times in the past four months. And I want to, I want to so much write and shout it out from the rooftops about injustice. But I won't, maybe someday I'll get the chance, but for right now, I'll let myself be silenced by others, because I have no other choice.

And I know that sounds all mysterious and ominous, but I guess I just need to vent a little without revealing what I'm venting. Maybe I should just write fluffy feel-good crap about how great life is, but right now I'm a bit too cynical and jaded to care. Well, except for when it comes to my Chris and my Kade. I can endure just about anything for them. They're my fluffy feel-good crap. Heh.

I guess all this rambling boils down to: I just want to say, I'm not dead, just very quiet at the moment.