So, it turns out that if I write nothing, then I can't fall victim to a cycle of complaint and remorse.

With that said, I'm going to happily fall back in on the old ways where I proffer lackluster excuses to cover up the fact that not only am I lazy at doing real work, I'm lazy at the stuff I do for fun.

Blah blah blah I have ideas for pictures blah blah blah I'm working on a big one right now blah blah... bleh.

In the other news, I've been venting most of my textual frustrations through other venues which explains the lack of updates going on around here, although I debate the likelihood that anyone seriously checks this often enough to have even noticed (my statement about what everyone doesn't do (namely, check my deviantART page) is a required mechanism that causes my head to break out of an endless loop where I consider updating futile because nobody cares. No, that doesn't make any sense, and I don't care. Deal with it). At any rate, that's my explanation for why I haven't been updating this with my cursed monologues of despair more often. No, I won't tell you where I've been posting the stuff I write, or the fact that I've even written anything, because I haven't.

I suppose that I don't really have anything more to say. Life's just going to get busier from this point forward, so any expectations of me managing to get my act together are based on some severely misguided information that you have received from sketchy third-party sources. I'm good at not doing anything, and that's not particularly a useful life skill. Ah, well. The fabulous charade has lasted thus far.