I suppose I've been avoiding blogging. Just like I've been avoiding most everything else. Like sleep. Not really avoiding it as much as it's avoiding me though. Everytime I close my eyes, I'm right back in that car, in slow motion... Not sure what effect this has and will have on me, but I'm not the same right now. Haven't had a full meal since. Haven't had any decent sleep, and have spent as much time as I could alone. Thinking. Thanks for the concern and emails. Life is short. Don't waste it. Thats what everyone says, right? Well, that's where I'm at, wondering what's next - which I always do - but now on a different scale. Different criteria. Thinking about the last few years of my life. The wonderful friends and the hurtful others. The successes and the failures. The plans achieved and the plans left behind. Whats next? What if I had been 3 feet further in the street? What if there was a fire or explosion from the tank while I was in that car? How sad would I have been at losing what I had yet to achieve... The time wasted with certain people or dreams? Time wasted on superficial? Time wasted on... well, time just wasted. Time to achieve dreams, right? Even if not fully reached when your ticket's up, at least you were going for them full speed ahead... No pun inended...

And, hopefully, have fun while doing it. I'm still me, after all...

To sum it up, I'm here and fine, wherever and whatever that is... I'm just not sure that's enough anymore.