I am in no condition or state of mind to write much of anything. Baking related or otherwise. I actually feel constricted, as though conditions have been wrapped so tightly around me that I cannot move.

You would think that when someone is making a last-ditch effort, particularly at honesty, they might try it by putting their best foot forward. Yet no, somehow they find the will, desire, courage only when they are really at their worst, in a state in which you have no desire to see or hear them. Their last-ditch effort in fact becomes the catalyst for casting off all the last vestiges of hope.

"I am a liability," it was once stated. As I have written before, when someone tells you who he is, believe him.