Good lord, just reading that yearly list makes me sick. I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooo glad I'm out and free to have fun.
I remember going to Virginia Beach to a District Convention. Stayed with friends that lived only 5 minutes from the beach. Didn't go to the beach once. All our time was spent feeding on the "spiritual food" at the convention. Man I hated that. Now when I'm laying on the beach I think about all those poor witnesses sitting bored stiff in unconfortable seats, listening to mind numbing talks, constantly checking their watches to see when this living hell will be over. Then I just smile and get myself another raspberry smoothie.