So I'm sorry, to all ten of you, that I have yet to continue my story.
Time is a factor, and starting tonight I have five-day-wedding-extravaganza, so you know. Fun. Just think about how long you had to wait in between Harry Potter novels, or seasons of LOST. Yeah. I just put shit into perspective.
Until...later. Eventually. Man, remember when I would line up guests posts and shit? Remember when I actually wrote things of substance? Yeah, me neither. Excuses are useless, like Folgers coffee and things cooked without butter. And movies starring Ashley Judd and amateur philatelists and calculators with sticky buttons. Dry erase markers. Old calendars.
So I have a calendar on the the wall of my office and on my wall at home, and both are permanently fixed on 2008. People always point at it like, "Um, it's August now." and then I'll say, "Actually it's September, and that calendar is from 2008. June is always the best picture."
And CrazyLiz moved in and tried to make all the clocks the same time, but luckily I keep on unplugging the microwave and the coffeepot so those clocks are just constantly bonked.
Take that, time.