There's a Reason, I Promise

Okay, for those that have been reading I promise there's a reason for the slow updates. You see, when you get a job, you start to value vacation a lot. You don't really get three weeks to a couple of months off anymore. So, when you take a week's vacation to pack boxes and move a large section of a house, you only do that for special people. People that are very dear to you, like family. When you get back from said moving, start working, and then realize that you can't unpack because something's been nesting in the clothes, electronics, and papers that are already in storage, things go to excreta. I use the term excreta, because if I use any other word, the stream of obscenities and filth that would vomit its way out of my mouth would uncomfortably mimic what I'm going to be cleaning for the next week and a half.

Also, rats are not good. They are not, in any form, cute. They are not sympathetic creatures. Anyone who says otherwise has not had the misfortune to encounter those virulent, plague-bearing, scurrying little viral incubators or the bacterial nightmares that mark their presence.

Thanks for bearing with me on that, I really needed to get that off my chest. I ask that you'll all stay tuned while I do the dirty work of cleaning up and then unpacking. I promise that I'd much rather be writing and getting to know you all- that is precisely what I am striving to continue doing as quickly as possible.