No, this isn’t me stating my intent to strut off into the sunset, away from the pains of writing lots of little interest to very few people. No, not yet. That’ll come soon. Oh sweet release, come to me…I just couldn’t think of any other loose puns for the title of this very post. For whatever reason I took March off – not one blog post during the month. I guess I’ve just run out of things to write about, or things to care about, or effort to put into something I get very little out of. But I’m hoping that I’ll keep going, ‘cause I do like writing about everything, anything, and more often than not nothing. Gives me a little something to do. I can’t promise that the frequency of posts will increase, because I have a horrendously inconsistent and sporadic attention span; by the time I’ve written this, I’ll probably feel as though I’ve done enough. I think what I’m trying to say is that I’m not dead. I’m just dormant. Oh yes, I’m a motherfucking volcano. Turrah chaps, close your eyes and hope you don’t hear from me again this side of the summer.
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