I know it's been a while, but no, no, I'm not dead. Just busy to the level that i can now be considered "emotional" and have now resorted to giving my loved ones windows of avoidance during which they know and expect me to burst into tears, scream uncontrollably, or a sad, ugly mixture of both. (Oh, if only the young, headscarf-wearing hippie version of myself could see me now!)
I'll be back on the storyranting wagon soon, but considering the gentlemen at the Mac store took my computer away for the week (this is in no way an exaggeration) and I'm working off my boyfriend's clunker, I'm not even going to try to load a photo into anywhere in fear of this oldey-time MacBook just sprouting sparks and cracking and exploding on the dining room table.
With that being said, I've been filling my free voids with eating, torturing myself, attempting to make myself a restaurant regular, being invited to things i don't deserve to attend, scarfing chocolate out of the bottom of my purse (not pictured, thankfully for both our sake), and figuring out what i'm going to be having for dinner in twelve weeks.
Actually, that's it. Literally. So, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go enjoy another miraculous mid-morning as I get three cavities drilled out. Fruit leather, you WILL be the death of me.