Of course, that’s partially because I can’t remember what it was I was going to write about. Which, I suppose, begs the question: if I can’t remember what it was I was going to write about, how do I know that this isn’t it? 
I’ve finished a few things in the last few days but in all of the blog drama I seem to have broken the upload function on this thing and I’ve gotten rather too absorbed in making it work right. It would be far simpler to just put the things on the server and then, you know, link them, but that wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as frittering away a week’s blogging time kicking WordPress in its virtual behind.
So if you’re wondering where I am…
Hey, it happens to the best of us. Half the time I can’t remember my own name, let alone what I was going to post about. I live half my life making lists and the other half trying to complete the items on those lists. Sometimes I feel like if I could just complete all those tasks that are on my lists, I could solve the world’s problems. *sigh*