I’m not sure why I feel this obligation to grab the laptop and spend a few minutes justifying why exactly I haven’t been in front of the keyboard investing delicious amounts of my oh-so-precious time penning posts to entertain you.

Habit? Are you even worthy? Bah. Who am I to question it? Trust your instincts, roll with them. You’ll benefit from that soul food by being given these crumbs…

Saturday night: 8 hours of crap/tossing/turning
Sunday night: 12 hours of sleep

Christmas of orphaned singletons: Chinese food, drinks at Limerick Junction followed by Fun with Dick and Jane. While at Limerick I almost killed a man with my bare hands when I had to endure him wishing countless fellow patrons a “Happy Christmas”. Instead, I lost two arm wrestling competitions and enjoied a parade of festive but not tasteful holiday wear. Purdy.

Current reading: Cloud Atlas

E tu?