Anyway. I haven't run the stats yet, but I think this may be the longest between-posts gap on the ol' Idiom Savant. To be honest, blogging hasn't been foremost on my mind lately -- but it appears that as long as people are throwing up so hard they burst ocular blood vessels, this blog will be alive through Google searches.
So, I've been distracted in the last few months, by the kind of stuff that distracts people in real life all the time: relationships ending, the deaths of loved ones, the crushing ennui of daily employment, trying (and failing) to lose weight, et cetera. To be honest, I really don't feel like I've had that much to say lately, nor have I had that much motivation to say it. But beyond all that stuff, which I don't want to get into right now (if you know me, you probably know most of it already anyway, and if you don't know me, I have no doubt that your imagination can conjure up much richer scenarios than I can ever hope to equal), everything's pretty much the same with me. Still living on the ass-end of a Southern college town, still grouchy, still strapping a leaf-blower to my face most every night (to little avail, apparently), still broke all the time. And still not 40... but that's going to change shortly. And that's another thing I don't really want to talk about right now. But maybe later.
And that's how I've been. How about y'all?
headline courtesy of They Might Be Giants
image courtesy of the fact that I love pictures of dogs playing poker