Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

I'm sorry, Ladies.

To the Ladies of the Cotillion, I extend my sincerest apologies. I have been reduced to dial-up on a system which does not tolerate such coarse and common things as line noise or static. Also, I have been imbroiled in some personal issues which have taken away a lot of my desire to write. The issues I cared about, well, I've become jaded and uninterested. The news and events that once got my knickers in a knot don't even turn my head. And much of what I have written... well, it's entirely too personal for this blog, so I will share it with the ones for whom it was written for now.

These things have conspired to make my blog unwieldy and my writing unpostible until I manage to either get my DSL back or find an alternative place from which to post.

At this point, I'm sequestered in the hospital library, busily trying to get something up this week, as I do not know when I will have another opportunity for a few days.

Go, take in the Cotillion. It breaks my heart that for the last two weeks I have been unable to participate, but with some luck and a little intestinal fortitude I'll have something for inclusion next week. If they will still have me, of course. I wouldn't blame them a bit for cutting my ass loose.

Go. Read. Just know that at this point, I'm both the happiest and unhappiest that I ever have been, and that soon I will explain why.