It is not that I have been ignoring you. I have not gone blithely about my day, unaware that you exist and hunger for a new entry. In the past week, I have de-spammed my comments twice, and I have changed my title-bar tagline...well, thrice, really, despite feeling a little poncy for using the word "thrice." So, see. I have been around. I just have not been...saying much, I suppose.
Instead of saying things, I have been busy doing things: taking my second physics test, which, while not quite as rocktastic as the first still leaves me firmly in the camp of I-Have-A-Fucking-A-In-Physics-Land; staying up until five at a party on Saturday; staying up until four putting together a jigsaw puzzle on Sunday; being a subway iPod whore with as many as three guys at once; losing an hour; eating slabs of raw tuna; carrying four full bags to the laundromat; trying to get out of the world's most dreadful freelance gig; looking for apartments; sitting on someone I did not know was there; watching Alias and Iron Chef America and Robot Chicken and Best Little Whorehouse In Texas; drinking; working; trying to find time for working out. In the words of Prince Humperdinck, I'm swamped. At least my horoscope seems to think that all will turn out right in the end.