I realize I haven't posted in awhile. And instead of being apologetic about it, I'll just give you excuses so you can pity me and be thankful you get any updates at all, you ungrateful little...ahem.
Suffice to say, I was recovering from physical and psychological strain for the past week and a half after my trip to Tampa. To celebrate my birthday. Which was December 2nd. Thanks for all of the well-wishes. You know, the two of you who actually remembered. I'm not bitter. But I must remind you that as the Supreme Goddess of the Universe, I retain the right to smite you whenever I feel like it. All I'm saying is that Christmas is coming up and I like diamonds.
On to the excuses.
Do you know what it's like sharing a hotel room with a person who will remain nameless who also happens to sound like a fucking pterodactyl in heat while simply trying to conduct the normal practice of breathing while sleeping? The snoring kept me up for two nights straight. My only solace was a mini series about La Chupacabra on some late-night Animal Planet show. At every commercial break there was a commercial for a local Tampa escort (I mean matchmaking) service. And I don't know about you, but the fact that an escort (I mean matchmaking) service advertises on the Animal Planet channel brings to mind unconscionable acts with sheep that frightens me just a little bit. I mean, I know it's the South and all, but Jesus says beastiality is a sin. At least, I think He says that.
So coupled with sleepless nights, flights to and from Florida, trying to keep up with work, planning Christmas parties and smiting people for forgetting my birthday...I've been a little busy! So excuse me for not having an update!
