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Where the hell have you been?

I'm not dead.
I'm not in the hospital.
I'm not celebrating my lottery winnings.
I haven't joined the circus.
I did not, despite earlier promises, move to Canada.
The Administration did not ship me off to Guantanamo.
My guest worker status didn't change.
I'm not pregnant.
I'm not practicing scientology or any other sort of -ology.
The world is not flat.
The Law of Gravity's still applicable.
Algebra is dumb.

And so on.

To answer everyone's question...

I haven't been blogging because I haven't had much to say. And, I seem to have, at some point in time, acquired a life. I'm sure it won't last. My sarcastic blabbing will return. Never fear.

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Anonymous said…
Woo hoo!!

A life - it's summer, the perfect time to make that acquisition.

I miss your e-mails.
8:29 AM
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