The End has Come

Dear Writing Class People:
I have wrestled with this for quite awhile. For weeks, no even months I have been trying to beat my own depression by leading these writing classes at the Center. Sadly, I must now admit defeat. I am exhausted and depleted. I no longer have the strength to go on. So I am ending my classes at the Center - at least my being in charge of them. I have talked to Beverly and she will run them with Ruth whom you might know as the Poetry Lady. They will now be held in the barn as all rooms are booked for this week. I hope you don't mind. Bring a portable chair and a rosy attitude.
I will return in a few weeks, as soon as the ProZac begins working. I hope you will be patient with me. In my absence, I expect that you will use the writing classes to make chit-chat and to gossip about me. Try not to be cruel to Beverly because she is evil and will cast a jinx spell on you. I have given Ruth permission to borrow your work for her own uses. So I hope that you can at least write something worth stealing. I know you can.
The nurse is coming now and I do not want her seeing me using the computer - she has threatened to lock out YouTube and MySpace if she caught me looking at the blog. I do not want that to happen because I know that the Cat of a 1000 faces is looking for me. I feel that something clawful will happen soon. I hear the voices in my head and I want them to stop -
They keep shouting the same refrain over and over again:
APRIL FOOL
YOU ARE AN APRIL FOOL
bye for now
Prozac Mouse (formerly Taomaster)