So, I haven't written much lately, partly because I have been reading a lot (an occupational hazard) and partly because, well...What are the other billion reasons why a person doesn't write?
But here we are again. And that's what counts, isn't it?
I am the usual, flowing effortlessly through the monotonies of my excessively routine stale-bread sort of life. I do make it sound horribly brain-dead, don't I? Well, it isn't, I am sure.
Or maybe it is?
Too much for now.