Note to Self
Dear My Blog,
Well, it’s been more than a month now. I can’t say I’ve really missed you. Actually, it’s gotten to the point where it pains me to stop by here, even to surf my own blogroll. However, I should let you know: I haven’t been cheating on you with Vox. Okay? I promise.
So a lot has been going on. Yes, I realize the “I’m busy” excuse is as old as the list of Republican anti-gay anal-fornicators is long. But I really have been. What? You don’t think a Disney “vacation,” a daughter’s fifth birthday, and the same daughter starting kindergarten—all within two weeks—is enough?
Maybe it also has something to do with that ongoing beaten-down feeling. For years, I’ve had this dull psychic/karmic ache thing happening. A semi-permanent weight. It keeps me from doing important and/or creative things. Lately, I’ve been thinking I have mild depression. No, no . . . nothing too soul-crushing. And nothing I want to medicate myself for. Anyway, I was researching on the Internets and decided maybe an energy boost was in order, so I’ve started a regimen of ginkgo and ginseng. Perhaps upping the caffeine, too.
I also realize you’ll be going away soon. Not my choice, per se, but my gracious host is only holding this domain for me and it’s set to expire in a couple months. Because I’m so committed, I’m visiting you less frequently and doing things like taken month-long breaks, and I probably shouldn’t try and hold onto it. So, I’ll probably be going back to someplace free. I doubt I’ll quit you all together. Really, I can’t. Quit you.
Okay, before I make another reference to those fun-loving gaybos, I guess I’ll go finish that PowerPoint presentation, which I’m giving today at lunch. The one that has “I’m totally motherfucking WINGING this” written all over it.
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