The blog's end. (For now, at least).

I haven't been blogging, anywhere, at all, lately.  I would love to be, but there are so many things I would love to be doing and they're not getting done either soooo... MEH. 

Initially the blog started to help me with my health goals, and keeping myself responsible to the void that is the internet universe instead of just my inner daemons about my exercise habits.  And while that's currently a constant struggle since school's end with either Little Miss or my near constant state of illness, I have, obviously, ceased using this for that purpose. 

I'm once again ill, surprise surprise, and while I lay in bed tonight longing for the fatigue that will lead to sleep and help bolster what's left of my shoddy immune system, I find I cannot shut the last anonymous comment I got on my blog out of my head.

I have been accused of many things and of being many things.  But when I'm attacked by commentators too chicken to put a face to their criticisms I have a hard time letting it go.  Does sitting safely behind your screen typing insults at people make YOU feel better?  I certainly hope so and suggest you man-up and sign your name. 

I've been accused of being selfish, stubborn, and rude.  I'm FULLY aware of my grade A bitch streak.  I whine more than my 2 year old.  I am about as far away from negligent of my many, many flaws as one can get.  So come here, where I take slight pleasure from sharing scholastic information, posting family pictures, suggesting tips and techniques to make your exercise more useful and letting out VERY carefully edited and cautious rants on occasion and JUDGE me?  Whatever.  Tonight, I DO care, and that's a deal breaker for me.  I'm done with this.  Maybe if I ever get better from being sick I'll see fit to post again, but for now, you critical anonymous authors (don't worry, last-anon-commenter, though you were the straw you have certainly not been the first, though if I had an opportunity right now I'd love to take your holier-than-thou assumptions about me and, well, I'm sure you can dream up some BITTER end to that thought) have ruined this.

Maybe now that I've said my piece my brain will shut off and I'll be able to sleep.