On the brink of Hell having been broke out.

 Just been sleeping. From either Wednesday or Thursday of last week, I've been getting an excessive amount of sleep.

So it's crossed over into a second week. Granted it may be over with today.

Whatever the case, I haven't composed in a week. That expose I was supposed to write still hasn't been written. You figure I lose 10 weeks I lose it being done in one year. Have to cross over to the next year. But I'm wide awake today and I plan on writing this expose at 8. It'll take a few hours, I think.

Other than that things are slipping. With this bout of excessive sleep, I haven't been taking care of my Dad or myself. Granted my Dad just got a shower, and he took one a day ago. So he's getting enough showers. You figure every other day at that rate. That's more than reasonable. In fact, I may extend the time another day.

Life is extremely delicate. As delicate as a flower. You start to have problems no one else has or has and shouldn't, you start messing with that snowflake. Snowflakes melt if you touch them. Life is also as delicate as a snowflake. There's no room for error or irresponsibility. Something we don't teach in our society because the American People are supposed to be impune to consequences.