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Here I am again, with empty promises and dreams of uploading my musings frequently. I guess I should learn from previous failed attempts on various websites. Life is essential, it's part of my existence. However it really obstructs lots of fun things, including my exercise of the written word. I should make life my bitch and conquer all, but I fear I'm not bad ass enough quite yet. Instead of swearing regularity, I'll promise several attempts. I'll begin by actually writing on a regular basis- and not just drab assignments. Send them my regards,

and suddenly it's 2013. Several changes and developments occurred in my life in the nearly-two years since my last update. I should go into details, but the night is almost half through and work demands my presence in 10 hours. I like to sleep. It seems this journal entry has no purpose. I guess I should mention that I intend to ACTUALLY WRITE some original stuff again. Before my most recent emotional prose entry, I mostly wrote fanfiction (LoK, so much shipping) last spring. All that's over on AO3 and FFN. I might cross post some of it. Anyways, have a fantastic dawn/sunset/noon. I'd better have a new deviation by July 3rd.

 So I'm back from where-ever it is that I was. (At work and Gaia and actually doing my summer assignments.) While I was away, I was too lazy to log on and write entries. That, and my muse has finally died. (She'll be back in zombie form soon, though.) The books I selected for my summer reading were excellent. I felt that Nabokov's was less pleasant to read in one sitting, which is why I decided I would stop and continue the next day. He's heavy, man. Marquez was awesome, I read it in one sitting and it was light and fluid, like a salad without any dressing. I'd like to take a sentence here to inform you, lurker, that I dislike dressing. Ranc