Oh, you guys. I have so much to say, but so little energy with which to say it. I’m sorry that a good post will have to wait, but maybe I’ll go a little crazy and post on Saturday. Heck, I might even post Sunday, too, to make up for it. I struggle with guilt on a regular basis, you see—if I feel like I’m gypping my blog and its readers, I can’t rest until I make things right.
Sadly, after 12 hours of traveling on not much sleep from the beginning, I am sort of disheveled and, well…tired, quite frankly. I look bad, which is not what you’d expect considering I’ve been lounging on a tropical island for the past week, but that’s how it goes:
You know it’s getting bad when I start sprouting a mustache and the shadows under my eyes are so dark that I don’t even need sunscreen anymore because there’s enough shade there to last me for days.
The last time I looked this bad was during finals…
…but I promise I am much happier now than I was back then, runny nose or not. I’d take a terminally snotty face any time over the misery of finals week. Gah! The horror…
One tiny aside: If ANY BLOGGER is even REMOTELY INTERESTED in attending the first ever United Blog Order party this Saturday, May 9th, in the Mesa-Phoenix area, please email me at camille@archiveslives.com for details. You couldn’t be shyer than me, and I’m mustering the courage to go, so there. It should be fun. There will be door prizes and raffles (cheap ones, but raffles nonetheless). I might even infect you all with the Swine Flu, and wouldn’t that be nice? Then when I’m a famous writer, you can go around telling everyone you know that I snotted all over you once upon a time, and very nearly killed you. It could be your claim to fame.
And that’s enough of that. As you were.
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