Dipping My Toe

This past week, I have been approached by three different people asking if and when I planned to pick up my blog.  And to DO JUST THAT, dammit!

So . . . here I am.  Still here.

Still mentally ill.

Still gay.

Still forgetful.

Still wicked good entertainment.

Still kind.

Still honest.

Still terrified.

Still trying.

I don’t see any way possible to gather everything that has happened in my life over the past two seasons and stuff them neatly into one journal entry.  The very thought overwhelms me.

So I start with today.

::stares, blankly::

Or maybe I’ll start . . . tomorrow.

Yes.

Tomorrow.