Worst. Finale. EVAR

So.

Internet.

There you are, right where I left you.  All shiny and new.  Still hopeful that I'll come back your way.  Like other, more tangible pursuits won't hold my interest for now.  I'm sorry to make you sad, Internet.  We had a good run you and me.  Nobody can take that away from us.

It's just, I don't have time to post ridiculous reams of rambling (alliteration!) crud so much any more.  You'll probably have noticed that since my last post on this blog was a year ago.  The 4 people (3 of whom I'm convinced are secretly my mom masking her IP address to appear to be Russian...clever girl) who have ever read this page I'm sure have moved on to green pastures.  More fertile pastures, as it were.  Where intellectual (or at least intelligible) writing can be found on a schedule that resembles...well, that resembles a schedule, I suppose.

There's a lot going on in my life.  There's a lot that goes on in everyone's life.  Between house work, going back to school, training to run a marathon (I'm still fat.  Getting less fat, but that takes up a surprising amount of time and energy/effort), hoping to start a family and at least one business I don't generally have time to sit down and just type.  Staring all blankly into my screen like this was the last 15 seconds of a Doogie Houser episode.  (I know, I probably spelled the last name wrong.  I'm ok with that.  You should be, too.  I don't really want to look it up despite the fact that I'm on the Internet right now.  It's too much effort for a Doogie joke.)

Mostly, I blame work.  And I blame work because although they give me the dollars requisite to do the things that I love, this place I am currently doing my 9-5 actually keeps track of your internet activity and has things like "permission levels" and "blocked sites".  So because of that I can't really write about my spur of the moment crazy thoughts, which was the whole point.

Taking notes and coming back to them loses the feel.

I know, I know.  None of you care.  I just don't want to lose the spontaneous nature of this thing.  I vent most of the things I've said here via direct text messages to Ladytoa for the last 13 months or so.  You should all appreciate her.

Seriously.  She saves you from my thoughts on the regular at great personal risk to herself.

Leave the lights on for me, Internet.  I'll be back when I can.  Until then, sleep tight.