Maybe it is because I grew up writing zines and then went on to live with a copywriter, but I have this massive, throbbing pet peeve wherein bloggers directly comment on their own lack of writing. I don’t think it is a feeling I hold alone; I believe it is widely considered to be the most amateur of amateur moves. So I will say this instead: at the end of this next work week, I will have the first available day wherein I am not working or dying from consumption. And I will say then, as I say now: I appreciate your concern. It’s nice. It makes me feel good. In the last eight months I have often asked you to patient, and you have been.
In summary: I live, despite the effort of the universe. High fives.June 24th, 2012 | Drama!