Decisions

I never made a decision to start blogging.

I never made a decision to stop either.

But my main page, if you've checked it lately, currently consists of my sidebar spread out over the entire width of a screen. Except not now, obviously, there's no point clicking to see this very unexciting phenomenon now, because although that's the case as I'm writing that will no longer be the case as you are reading. The situation is a slight curiosity to myself, however, as this is the first time this has ever happened. I'm all tingly inside. I may have lost the circulation to my left foot. If I stand up right now I'll probably fall over straight away.

Where have I been?

Over the hills and far away?

I think the few other times I've disappeared I've come back with tall tales to entertain, thoroughly fictional accounts on what actually happened to me. I'm rolling my eyes in my current indolence, I'm afraid I simply cannot be bothered.

I ended up writing a little too intensely over at the rpg, I got blocked up by the panic connected to that, and in the meantime nothing in my life was happening that I felt like writing about. And because I've been rebelling I haven't been reading my blogroll as diligently as I could have been. So nothing meaty to write about from there either.

Then I lost my net access, got scared away by strange men, moved house, visited my seriously net-restrictive parents, had a very drunken time at an Angel convention, spent lots of money, visited an art exhibition, watched the entire series of Firefly (Jayne/Simon omg), went to see Harry Potter again, spent more money, sold my soul to an undefined demonic collective entity, destroyed world peace, and learned to bungee jump.

Throw in a rubber duck and some stolen breakfast and you're halfway to how I've been spending my time. Truth is a selective concept to perceive in the best of circumstances, there is a point to Stream Of ConsciousnessTM.