Kristine at Wait in the Van recently (and by recently, I mean about a month ago) asked me where I went, and it reminded me that I never got around to writing a "Yo bitches, I'm taking a hiatus" post. So here it is, many months late.
It all started with a call from the CIA on a hot July morning. They wanted to recruit to work as an assassin...on Mars! You see the president of Mars has been secretly sponsoring Mars' largest drug operation, headed by the army of bear-rhinos, and...
Actually I've just been training for a marathon and studying for the GREs. The truth's so lame, comparatively. But, since both of those things are fairly time consuming, I needed to cut something out, and since I wasn't about to put and end to my job, sleeping, eating, or taking care of my dog, blogging got the ax. A big, sharp, smashing ax that took with it not only writing my blog, but also reading other's blogs, since I actually end up spending more time on the later. Sorry, everyone.
Also, my apologies for being so remiss about writing this post. Not-blogging is like doing heroin. At first you're all like, "eh, I'll just do this for a day or two and then I'll write my farewell blog" or "eh, I'll just shoot up once or twice, and then I'll get back to my life as a DEA agent." But two months later you haven't written shit and you're thinking of naming your first born "black tar" or "smack." Or something like that.
But this is all temporary. I hope to be back at this blogging thing again in a few months, as my schedule allows. So don't go nowhere on me (even though I totally bailed on you without so much as even a goodbye high five; basically I'm like the really bad boyfriend of the blogging world who starts cheating on you with another activity and then is all like, "girl, look, I'll be back in like November, and we'll totally knock boots, cause you're like mega hot."). In the meantime, the topic is Nuclear Armageddon, discuss amongst yourselves.