For months, it seemed like the day would never come. He had planned, plotted, thought through various scenarios, even considered practicing. The thought of this day's events had taken over his life.

He had to admit that he was a little fixated on the topic. But, when he first heard of it, the thought would not leave his mind. In fact, the thought did nothing but grow. He admitted that as the big day approached, it had an impact on the rest of his life.

Some of you may have noticed how quiet I've been these last couple of days.
I'm horribly depressed.
And it's an enormous struggle to write this, which I'm tackling out of love and respect for you people, whom I just gotten to know a little. (And perhaps break out of the cycle.)