Letters to Myself

So, anyway. I've been away, and I apologize to the eight of you who still read this thing for that. I was ill for a few days (A Mysterious & Unnamed Virus), and Ian as well (Strep Throat, according to the doc). And I've noticed that, when something like that happens, it become difficult to get back into certain activities, like blogging or work, mainly because it feels like you've missed so much that you'll never catch up on it. It's like reading a long running comic book series or watching soap operas and then stop for a few years. So much has changed that you'll never find it all out.

I know, I've been gone a few days and I'm getting all dramaticy. But that's what it feels like.

At any rate, I'm better, Ian's better, and while I'm still missing several issues of the Internet Chronicles, I think I know enough to fake it.

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Sarah asked me if I'd seen this back before the Mysterious Virus laid me low. I share it with you, in case you missed it: LOLthulhu. Hee.

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Important teaching tip: if you have Oreos for lunch, be sure to smile in front of a mirror before class starts, lest your dental hygiene appear British. Yes, I checked in time. Phew.

Reading: The Best of Margaret St. Clair.