I feel oddly... exposed... lately and miss the closeness of a smaller journal. Maybe it's all part and par of getting old.
So, for the 230+ people that find themselves no longer able to read my locked posts, I wish you well and hope that you find what you're looking for in life. It certainly isn't personal. Feel free to stick around and read, if'n you like.
Yes, yes, I still have a bajillion people on there, but I've only made it through the letter 'N'. I may even go back through and whittle the list down a bit more to a more reasonable - and personable - number.
I'm sick of sitting in a stuffy livingroom, simmering in my own juices (so to speak - I'm a sweat machine!) when I should have been in bed hours ago. I certainly won't be able to go to bed early for the next three nights, so this was my one chance.