The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. (In the immortal words of Ass Dan, "you know I'm going to live forever!" All joking aside, I am not as confident of my immortality.)

( What have I been doing? Here's a lot of words to say that it hasn't been very much. )

I don't know if this post heralds a golden age of my glorious return, or if it means I'll be back in another six months. I suppose there's only one way to find out. In my absence, I haven't really read anyone's back posts extensively, though I have gathered from skimming that some of you are Going Through It, and I'm sorry to hear that.

There is no Stirring Conclusion here. I'm feeling tired and it's time to hit the hay for an exciting day of Cleaning! tomorrow. Not locking this because nothing matters anyway :D

If you could see the last entry, it's now been privated as I am over my self-pity (for today), so prz to not be worrying. Once I got off my duff and actually went to Jeffersonville, I was fine, even if it did snow and I had to sacrifice two counties to the eldritch Title Gods. (The Title Gods prefer human flesh, but they were delighted that I had a backlog.)

Yay for leftover soup for dinner. ♥ Also cornbread.

Also, a special message for dethorats: Come, and be sucked into the vortex if you haven't already. You know you long to bathe in the glowing light of Geek. Search your feelings. You know it to be true.

The wheels in my head are turning, but I'm not really ready to talk about that yet. All will be revealed in the fullness of time.