still alive.

Contrary to popular belief, I am indeed alive and relatively well.

Yes, that's right, I don't have an excuse for not posting stuff. Well, I do. And hence I didn't. But I'm sure you;re not interested in that.

I am on holidays. That's right. Free time and still no posts. What could this possibly mean?! It means this: I'm not used to it! Time, at least, this much time, freaks me out. It's like look out at an ocean and going "Shit! That's a lot of water!" The same thing happens to me when I get too much time: I panic and hide in the depth of my subconscious, unable to look at the behemoth of a monstrosity in front of me. This is otherwise known as sleep, yet another foreign state for me, though lately we have been getting acquainted on a regular basis.

So, for all the fellow readers out there, I say this: Wait. Post ideas are spilling out of my ears. And occasionally they escape when I cough. Let me just get used to this "time" thing and I'll stop hiding and start using it.

How better than to face a diabolically big chicken other than eat it, eh? No that wasn't ever going to make sense...