581741145481754145 days of Christmas

See, I could play it off like I’ve been in a coma.  Or, perhaps I could spin a grand yarn about how I was holed up in a mexican prison.  I could even tell tales about winning the lottery and taking a spontaneous trip to a tropical paradise, sipping fruity drinks out of coconuts.  But unfortunately (or fortunately considering the first two possibilities), none of these are true.  In fact, I have been here all along. 

See, I have a problem that I dont have a name for.  It starts with not being able to write about current events, so I log in and only lurk, reading but not noting.  Then, after a couple of weeks, I realize I still havent said anything, and honestly plan to.  A few weeks later, I realize that I STILL havent written and now feel immense guilt, and dread logging in, so I stay away.  Eventually, curiosity gets the better of me and I come back to write a brilliant (or not) entry about why I have been gone so long, hopeful that not all of my faves have deleted me.

So, here is your fabulousness(or not).  This happens at least annually, so prepare yourself, if you choose to stay on.

I’ll update with life’s happenings soon, and try to catch up somewhat.

Until then,

<3