This Is No Excuse

If you blog, there has been a time when you've had to post something to the effect of, "I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while or regularly, it's because I (insert excuse here)." But I don't think I'll excuse myself this time, my sole purpose in life is not to update this site.

I've been busy. Now when I say busy, I don't mean I've become addicted to playing Solitaire so that I don't have time to update, or just too lazy to write something up. I mean busy.

"Ok, you're busy. With what?" Life, you twit. And more recently, moving houses. That's right, I pick 'em up, park them on my back, and carry them all over Canada. It's tiring. Speaking of tired, I remember hearing that lack of sleep can hamper your creativity to the point that you resort to lame and cliche jokes. Eh heh heh. (Now it would be unpatriotic of me if I didn't say something about Canada Day, so, uh, I really liked the fireworks.)

These past two days, I've been occupied with carting things around, sweeping, packing, and organizing. Of course, I did take breaks to sing opera in the back of the empty truck, ride a bicycle down the truck ramp, and fix a faulty vacuum cleaner (funny story, really. My sister asks me to fix it, and with a sarcastic tone and manner, I plug it in and kick the power button. The vacuum responds with a sudden surge and loud forced humming. I've got the healing touch.)

Our house is still full of boxes and overturned furniture. As a matter of fact, I'm writing this on the hastily set-up computer I put in a corner of the floor of my parents' room. This is giving me a neck ache, I'm already sore from all the moving. To heck with this, I'm done.