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Don't ask me I'm Mute. - Sign on back.

C.S. Notes: I need a break. That’s it in a nut shell, I’m just exhausted and after trying to juggle to many projects at once, both online and off I have passed the threshold of my limit.
Usually when things get bad I would pack a bag and pull a Bobby Fisher and vanish into the mountains, not these meek hills that people in the lower forty eight call mountains, but real mountains. Snow capped horrors that promise death to those foolish enough to do stupid things on them. Mountains that the nearest help is eight plus hours away at best if at all.

This was how I relaxed, I would leave everything behind and pack enough food to vanish for three to five days. I called this ‘Stepping Out’ as it freed me of all the problems and incontinences of modern day life. Now that I find myself in and around the larger cities, there are no mountains to escape to, much to my regret.

And as such the stresses of the daily grind have finally hit the breaking point, so I am stepping out for a while. I’ll be back, don’t worry, I just need to take some time to live. To see a movie, to go chasing after Baristas with that boyish charm that makes women giggle, and all those manner of things I have been putting off of late.

That and I need to work on my style, namely my anatomy drawing, and a greater understanding of muscles and how they work. So, that to is my great project I am going to accomplish. I do not intend to be gone long, maybe two three days tops, long enough to step out, breath, enjoy life, and then return.

I hope you understand, and do not think too ill of me.

Yours,

C.S.

Description
Don't ask me I'm Mute. - Sign on back.

C.S. Notes: I need a break. That’s it in a nut shell, I’m just exhausted and after trying to juggle to many projects at once, both online and off I have passed the threshold of my limit.
Usually when things get bad I would pack a bag and pull a Bobby Fisher and vanish into the mountains, not these meek hills that people in the lower forty eight call mountains, but real mountains. Snow capped horrors that promise death to those foolish enough to do stupid things on them. Mountains that the nearest help is eight plus hours away at best if at all.

This was how I relaxed, I would leave everything behind and pack enough food to vanish for three to five days. I called this ‘Stepping Out’ as it freed me of all the problems and incontinences of modern day life. Now that I find myself in and around the larger cities, there are no mountains to escape to, much to my regret.

And as such the stresses of the daily grind have finally hit the breaking point, so I am stepping out for a while. I’ll be back, don’t worry, I just need to take some time to live. To see a movie, to go chasing after Baristas with that boyish charm that makes women giggle, and all those manner of things I have been putting off of late.

That and I need to work on my style, namely my anatomy drawing, and a greater understanding of muscles and how they work. So, that to is my great project I am going to accomplish. I do not intend to be gone long, maybe two three days tops, long enough to step out, breath, enjoy life, and then return.

I hope you understand, and do not think too ill of me.

Yours,

C.S.