Good morning!

At 11:27 p.m. here in Riverworld, somewhere high in the Rockies. After four days of almost total sleep deprevation, finally. Eleven hours. I feel so chipper I will have to keep an eye on mania and make sure it doesn't try to join the parade today. Tonight. Well, today for me, so who cares.

I am here to make my pledge. I pledge that for the next 24 hours I will keep suicide from trying to crawl back into my back pocket. I will not be seduced by old patterns, nor promises and images that it will ease the pain. I embrace the pain! It means I am still alive. And even in writing these words I feel the weight slipping from my shoulders and it feels GOOD!

As of now, I relinquish my job as resident cheerleadeer. You are adults. You must make up your own mind. I only wish this could be as awesome for you as it is for me. I will continue to make my pledge, everyday, and if anyone choses to join me-that would be great. And if I am alone on this journey-it is what it is.

Going without sleep has left me with chores piled up, but I'm okay with that. My room looks as if a tribe of Bedoins have camped here for a month and my kitchen looks a pack of wild dogs had a party in it. But Arc Wings is calling me and they need their queen. So word count comes first and the rest will get done when it get's done.

BTW-it seems as if someone mistook me for the cruise director or the party planner. 'Aint gonna happen. I've got my own party to plan.