Anyone who reads the RRC forums or is a personal acquaintance knows I’m just fine. For the remaining six of you, here’s what I’ve been up to:

– I’ve been busy at work. I look at blogging as a luxury—something I do when nothing else is weighing on me. For the past few weeks, work has been weighing heavily on my mind. Not necessarily in a bad way, mind, but weighing nonetheless. My friend Spike and I had a conversation about this once. We both agreed that it was nearly impossible to blog if other matters were on our minds—even if we weren’t attending to the other matters. They just sit there, staring, like Poe’s raven.

– I’ve been sleeping poorly. There are six or seven pillows on my bed and I use at least three at a time. This is quite comfortable when I sleep on my side, which is most of the time, but when I find myself on my back, my head is at such an extreme angle that I “apneate” myself—I stop breathing! Now, being a fat fuck doesn’t help matters, I know, so the head-angle angle is only part of the problem. For the past several weeks, I’ve been exhausted due to crap sleep. Exhaustion leads to productivity loss, productivity loss leads to stress, stress leads to panic attacks, and the whole ball of wax leads to depression. Ugh. Things are looking up, though. Last night was the first restful night’s sleep I’ve gotten in a long time. I feel like a hundred dollars.

– As was mentioned in the LOLNOIR OSCAR comments, I have been dating a lovely lady. Thankfully, she’s been taking up a lot of my spare time. However, no one likes to read happy, sappy stories of romance, so I haven’t been blogging about any of our experiences. Not only that, but there is her privacy to consider. Think about it. Would you want people to know you were dating me? I know I wouldn’t. But we’ve been having a terrific time together.

– Other minor time-wasters: A trip down my back stairs which resulted in many bruises and a doctor’s spurious diagnosis of a “cracked rip or torn cartilage,” a sick cat—again—her semi-annual illnesses cost me several hundred dollars a pop, a major snowstorm during which Pigspittle County was buried under sixteen inches of snow, and a top-to-bottom apartment cleaning in anticipation of a visit from my ladyfriend. (I can’t let her know I’m a complete slob.)

So, that’s what I’ve been up to. It ain’t funny, but it’s true.