As it turns out, taking a hiatus doesn’t suddenly inspire a person to write. Instead, it lets them not feel guilty about not writing at all.

For the first time in four years, I took a month off of blogging. On purpose. Which in itself is just a plain weird thing for me to do. But this last August happened to be a busy one for me, and after a summer of mush-for-brains posting, I thought the blogosphere would be a far better place if I refrained from adding to it when I knew it would be nothing worthwhile.

In the coming days, there will be posts about trains! and victorians, macbooks and classmates, moving and books. Course, not all in one post, although that might be interesting as well.

A few highlights of the last month, to catch up on my uninteresting life:

  • I quit the job that I’ve had for the last four years. And bought a macbook that same day.
  • I moved the farthest I’ve ever been from where I was born. And it’s just far enough to not have to come home every weekend.
  • ME and I have lived together for exactly fourteen days, and we still like each other.
  • I mangled my lip with a new piercing, and surprisingly, it hurt less than when I had my ear pierced at 19.
  • When I was finally gearing up to work on the site again in preparation of the end of the hiatus, it took me three days to remember my FTP password. I still haven’t looked at my stats.
  • Classes have started at CSU Chico, and I’m already ready for the end of the semester.

I don’t know if I’m really ready to resume blogging, but there will soon be new things to complain about (trains!), and I can’t keep complaining to ME if I want us to still like each other at the end of the day. And I do still want her to like me at the end of the day, otherwise she might not cook dinner. I do really love to eat.

So, if you missed me, I’m back. If you didn’t miss me–well, then obviously I haven’t done my job correctly. I’ll get back on that.

– “Checkmarks,” Almost Here: The Academy Is…