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My apologies for my absence. Here's a brief update:
Been sick in various spurts, and consequently allowing the messages and missed calls/messages on my phone to build, so forgive my lack of promptness on returning the calls to those that are concerned. Plus, attempting to get the house in order, cleaning, battling sleeplessness, entertaining guests from out of town, and any other adlepated responses you can think of. So if I am supposed to be meeting with you under any circumstances, by all means, abuse my message machine, and badger me until the dust of my fragments can pick up a phone and call you back.
No sign of whether or not I really and truly graduated...I participated in the ceremony and all the usual bangs and whistles, smoke and mirrors, but my Spidey senses continue to warn me of impending doomage. No real word on the matter until the 20th--my brain seizes with anticipation, so pardon me if I become a clinical vegetable for a while.
January is serving as a resting/regenerating month for me. The school schedule that work is used to is keeping until further notice, so it's a mite like an extended vacation. Thankfully, home holds a lot of lovely distractions to keep my mind off of what would be conceived as horrible predictions about the future, so the chances of going completely off the deep end are slim to nil. I am deeply enjoying my little slice of time off from what the locals call "the drudge of everyday life". We like to keep things interesting--especially when it involves drinks and Wario Ware on Gamecube. In a short while, I should be visiting in Tennessee, land of my birth, littering the ground with buckshot from a 20-gauge. Fuck yeah, I'm going shooting with dad.
My room is a cluster of battered, nostalgic loot. If I ever get any time to clean and go through it, I'll eat my hat. With maple syrup, no less. Lest I forget, my new year's resolution [while drinking eggnog and rum] was to drive a flaming truck through a wall of ice cream.
"Getcha little somethin' that you can't get at home..."
--MURPHY--
Been sick in various spurts, and consequently allowing the messages and missed calls/messages on my phone to build, so forgive my lack of promptness on returning the calls to those that are concerned. Plus, attempting to get the house in order, cleaning, battling sleeplessness, entertaining guests from out of town, and any other adlepated responses you can think of. So if I am supposed to be meeting with you under any circumstances, by all means, abuse my message machine, and badger me until the dust of my fragments can pick up a phone and call you back.
No sign of whether or not I really and truly graduated...I participated in the ceremony and all the usual bangs and whistles, smoke and mirrors, but my Spidey senses continue to warn me of impending doomage. No real word on the matter until the 20th--my brain seizes with anticipation, so pardon me if I become a clinical vegetable for a while.
January is serving as a resting/regenerating month for me. The school schedule that work is used to is keeping until further notice, so it's a mite like an extended vacation. Thankfully, home holds a lot of lovely distractions to keep my mind off of what would be conceived as horrible predictions about the future, so the chances of going completely off the deep end are slim to nil. I am deeply enjoying my little slice of time off from what the locals call "the drudge of everyday life". We like to keep things interesting--especially when it involves drinks and Wario Ware on Gamecube. In a short while, I should be visiting in Tennessee, land of my birth, littering the ground with buckshot from a 20-gauge. Fuck yeah, I'm going shooting with dad.
My room is a cluster of battered, nostalgic loot. If I ever get any time to clean and go through it, I'll eat my hat. With maple syrup, no less. Lest I forget, my new year's resolution [while drinking eggnog and rum] was to drive a flaming truck through a wall of ice cream.
"Getcha little somethin' that you can't get at home..."
--MURPHY--
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