Wow, two months. Almost. I think.

Hi, not dead. Still reading. Just focusing hard on my meatspace life. The Blond Guy's more private than I knew, and isn't comfortable with me sharing details about him and our life together online.

Quick breakdown: Hours at work increased, as did the amount of Stuff What I'm Responsible For. The days of sitting on my adorable caboose and reading or tooling about on the internet are at an end. Hello Cold Season, I hardly missed ye. On again-off again relationship with coffee is definitely back on now that the fall seasonal flavors have started to appear (though why CoffeeMate insists upon denying me my pumpkin-flavored sugar-syrup in a bottle is beyond me...it's SEPTEMBER, c'mon!) Trying to find my long-lost creativity. It has to be in the storage unit with every other thing that I own. I just hope that it didn't fall in the box when I was packing up Auntie Laurell's books. If so, when I get it back, all I will want to write is bad self-insertion paranormal erotica. Though, that will be a better outcome than if it fell in the box with my Twilight books. I shudder at the thought.

And I'm done. Love and kisses to all of you. *SMOOCH*