Electricity was finally on for good (I hope) today, which meant I was finally back at work. Woo.

You know, I actually like my job–when I’m not doing it. Gee, I wonder why.

I’m still not writing. I don’t have the itch. I’m reading a lot, and playing online games of Werewolf/Mafia. But poetry just isn’t where it’s at at the moment moment. So, you all have to pick up the slack. Get along there, little dogies!

Ouch, that metaphor was so mixed, I think it actually became a can of nuts.