where do i begin

I am alive, I am alive, and that is the best that I can do..

You do not even want to know. Two hours ago was the first time I had a breath of fresh air (like actual air from outside) in 2.5 days. I have been involved in intense work-related negotiations at an undisclosed location here in DC. Let's just say if there is not peace in the middle-east, do not blame me for trying. I am exaggerating of course. But suffice to say, the last 2 months have felt like one big blur and the last two days have felt like what happens when a tire runs over you again and again until you are flat as a pancake and pretty much have nothing left to be squished out. Now take that feeling and then multiply it by gravity and how heavy unfresh air is, which, having breathed it for days, I can tell you is way heavy and tastes like dirty gravy. All of the above have conspired to leave me very near the edge. It is like I was never in the hottub naked. It is like I have inhaled gravy and exhaled everything. I have nothing left to say.