Bursting Birthday Balloon

I feel like my life is expanding like a pink giant elephant balloon to new horizons, the other side of which I cannot see. Things have pulled me in them, like a big black hole, and since I am only one person, I have to cut myself up into pieces so I have time to allocate to each busy-ness. Not that I am complaining. I quite like the fact to be honest. However, this expansion is doomed to contraction like every pink giant elephant balloon that has its hay days before it's bursted by a funny little kid's sharp stone who says "HA-HA" at the end of stories. So I am taking more time off from writing here so I can do some more non-fun and fun stuff in the life of that balloon. I have a needle handy though and if I see it gets in my way in any way irritating, I will burst it and come here as religiously as I have been. In the meantime, you save your donations in a safe place, preferably in your pants' left pocket to pass them all over, and remember the more the merrier. Hug your parents. Listen to music. And fill and burst those sucker balloons.