"A little shy and sad of eye but very wise was he..." (David Bowie)
I've been almost busy enough lately to convince myself that I have a glorious and dazzling social life. I've found a church, been to the doctor, visited a jazz club, babysat, wandered downtown Philly, gone to a genuine Civil War reenactment, watched "Hero" (::insert shameless plug here::), attended a graduate engineering student picnic, reunioned with family, and done laundry twice.
To my deepest regret, I have not blogged, cleaned out my fridge, replied to e-mails, played my new piano, gone to the park, fixed Toby's tailight, or written the book in my head. Life is funny sometimes... with a few exceptions, I would much rather have been doing the things I didn't. However, I generally feel too swamped by all the tedious to-dos that taunt me with my obligation of Responsible Adulthood to pounce on what I most want to do. I should probably get over this; life is too short to be responsible.
At any rate, I'll try not to let so much time pass before I blog again. Muchas sorries.