So, here i sit, a martini and a shot of vodka in, Kenny Chesney songs on the TV, trying to get through chapter 19.2...and it's not going as smoothly as i would have liked. Stupid books.

And, sorry, this isn't the follow up to Caught Up - you'll have to keep waiting to see what happens...really, i do apologize for that, but it just seemed like a good spot to end. ...plus, i was tired of writing.

But, i'll get to that one. I promise.

After I get through this one.

So, let's hope this chapter finishes itself and I can continue the story.

Oh and yeah, I did say 19.2 - That's not actually the chapter number it's a...WHIP number. I find if i use professional supply chain terminology i may at least feel like i still have a job.

Don't ask about that - it's still a sore point. Shhhhh.

I lie. feel free to ask whatever. I am an open book. get it? ....blame the vodka.

P.S. To Kenny, every time i head back home, i play the song Anything But Mine for the Cleveland reference. But if anyone asks, I'll deny I ever grew up in the Mistake on the Lake.