And I don't even have a good excuse. None. Oh, maybe I was trying to garner a little attention, trying to see how many readers would bother to stop by to see how I was doing (answer: not a lot). Or maybe I was like the 9-year-old girl at the slumber party who pretends to be asleep before everyone else just so they would all tickle her.
Was that just me?
Most likely I was just too darn busy eating all the leftover mini-Reese's from my New Year's Party to bother waddling over to my computer desk and typing out a few words.
Also? That "2 thousand and 10" v "twenty ten" controversy? Has me very depressed. I want to say "twenty ten"; I know that by next year everyone will be saying "twenty eleven"; and certainly a decade from now no one would be foolish enough to recite "two thousand and twenty" when a simple "20-20" would do.
But I find myself babbling "2 thousand and 10," just like everyone else around me. At least, when my mouth isn't full of chocolatey peanut butter goodness, that's what I'm saying. The rest of the time I'm saying, "Mmmph mwafnd m-m."
A lemming, that's what I am. A year-naming lemming. I make me sick.
You know what? It feels good to be back. Anything exciting happen while I was gone?