Oh, hey. What's up? Blog, you say? I have a blog?
Surely fucking not.
If I had a blog, I would write there. So you're obviously drunk.
That, or I'm a big fat procrastinating ass with an almost-five-month-old and a computer that JUST YESTERDAY was fixed after the Blue Screen Of Death appeared like maybe two or more months ago, apologies. I kept meaning to call Dell support, but it's not something that can be done when the baby is conscious because he has recently found his voice and enjoys very much to use it.
But yeah. So.
Um, ironically: he just woke up, the baby, and is unhappy about it, so... But I promise, I'll be here more now. And boy, do we have a lot to catch up on.
Pay no attention...
- The Girl
- I'm neurotic, and kind of a PANICKER. I'm afraid of flour (the kind you bake with) and if you try to get me to touch it, I'll cut you in your sleep. I'm pregnant. I'm over the moon.