I've been extremely busy workiing on (hopefully) money-making activities that will (hopefully) get me out of the horrendous, soul-sucking hell that is my day job. After being passed over for another crappy job within the same company that I didn't even want--but would have gotten me out of trying to explain to dimwits complaining about high electric bills while their teeth are chattering that they need to stop converting their living rooms into a deep freeze--by someone on the custodial staff, I've decided it's high time I get my butt in gear and try to make the move to freelance copywriting. Because finding another job is going to be damn near impossible in this "jobless recovery" economy, and inventing time travel so I can go back to 1993 and beat the crap out of myself with a ball peen hammer is only possible theoretically, I'm staving off any activity that doesn't at least moderately impact my bottom line and move me closer to that goal.
That being said, it may be a while before you hear from me kids. Play nicely amongst yourselves while I'm away.