I haven't really written anything in forever. This is good.
Enough of that. This blog was supposed to be about my whole life, not just about my literary endeavors. So, Life, what's going on with you?
Life *reading off a notepad*: You're about to bake a cake, hopefully, and you haven't practiced guitar in two days, before which you practiced for two days, before which you didn't touch it for a week, before which you were going strong for a month.
(Why does my Life speak with a high-pitched British accent?)
Me: That's it?
Me: Screw this. Back to the activities on the writing front!
Writing Front: *cricketcricketcricketcricketcricketcricketcricketcricketcricket*