...when I finally got it together and came back to my blog.

I've been hiding from y'all again.


"Why?" you're asking.  "Why are you hiding from us?  We have only given you unconditional love and support, even though most of us leave our comments on facebook where the blogging world cannot see them, so even though nobody actually knows you have friends who read your blog, we always read it!  We are the best blog readers ever!"


I know, guys.  I know.  And I'm sorry.  It's just that sometimes, nothing funny happens to me.  Or sometimes, I get on this life high where I really just don't worry about much, and instead I enjoy the heck out of life pretty much every day.  I don't obsess nearly as much.  And so nothing ridiculous enough happens in my head that I have to draw a comic about it to show myself just how ridiculous it is.  And I'm afraid you won't love me anymore.


Just kidding, I know you guys love me.  Feel free to leave a comment about how much you love me.  Seriously, no one's stopping you.  I wouldn't think you were stupid.  I wouldn't laugh.  Go ahead, I'll give you a second. I mean it, I'll wait till you come back to keep going.


All kidding aside, I really haven't known what to blog about.  Life's been good, but let's face it.  Good is boring.  But after a while of praying desperately that some misfortune will befall you so that you can construe it in a comedic fashion after the fact, it just becomes easier to avoid the issue.


"You're not nearly as funny as you think you are," your inner voice whispers in its best Wormtongue impression.  "You only have 14 followers.  And you can't draw."


So you get really busy with other things, and life continues to be good and boring, and you're thankful for it, even though you know you have a blog and that it's really rude to start a blog and not keep up with it.  It's kind of like asking somebody out on a date and then saying you don't want to date anybody.  I mean, really.  Rude.


But then, some of your friends start reminding you to blog.  And then more of your friends start reminding you to blog.  And then some more.  And some more.  And pretty soon, you feel like you have to go back to your blog, because if you didn't, then what kind of friend would you be?


And no, I don't know when you started being the blogger and I stopped.


Ok, so you've decided "I'm going to do this, for all fourteen of them."  But what do you blog about?  Actually, I don't know what you would blog about.  I'll just tell you what I'm going to blog about.  Lists seems to be a good way for me to ease back into the blogosphere after wantonly ignoring it for weeks on end.  So I'm going to tell you about all of the things that have been keeping me so busy and happy that I couldn't blog for you.


Without further ado, I bring you...


...A Study In Excuses or: I'm Really Sorry, Please Still Love Me


1. I've been writing a book.  Sort of.

2. I can't stop playing Minesweeper when I should be doing things like blogging and writing a book.

I'm not kidding.  It's taking over my life.  I see it in my dreams.

3. I've gotten really into art.

And my ideas only get bigger and bigger.  And messier.  And less probable.  But no less awesome.  I haven't even told my roommates about the latest ones.  I'm saving that for a night when there's wine.  (Hear that, guys?)

4. I've been enjoying Super Social Time.

Most of the time, I have considerable time to brood.  Which is great for a writer/aspiring artist/creative type/emotional basket case.  But lately, it's like all my friends, new and old, have been coming out of the woodwork.  As my grandmother says, it never rains but it pours.

5. My penchant for exploring (sometimes spontaneously) has resurfaced.

That last picture was intended to show that I don't typically go REAL exploring (i.e. not far from my car or an established parking venue), but it feels pretty adventurous to me.

And to show my goodwill, I'm going to leave the list off right there, as a teaser.  It will all make sense in my next entry, which you won't have to wait a month or more for.  Promise.

Thanks, everybody, for bringing me back.

Note: If you haven't picked up on it before now, or if you've simply forgotten in my excessive hiatus, I will do anything to avoid re-scanning, as I don't have a scanner at home.  That's why sometimes in my pictures, it looks like a four-year-old wrote the captions.  That writing-with-a-mouse trick is tricky.

Note About The Note: Yes, I did kind of try to think of something to add in that note up there just because it feels weird not to write notes after my entries.  See?  I'm still neurotic.  Nothing to worry about.

An Unrelated Note: I couldn't get the spacing right at the beginning of this entry, and it frustrated me so much I gave up.  If you know how to help, please do!