I need a break.

Scratch that.  I need to be rescued.

I’m drowning in Facebook updates, Twitter hashtags, non-stop emails, Outlook invites, iPad digital editions, voicemail notifications, Gchat, and the Real Housewives of New Jersey.

I’ve heard, if you read words that have been printed on paper it can help this desperate feeling.  The horror.

I’m traveling out to The End in search of this thing called paper.  And survival.

If I don’t make it back… can someone please be sure to delete my Facebook page?  Now that would be embarrassing.