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I’ll admit it. I’m a slacker.

Through and through, at heart I would rather take the easy way out; rather snooze under a tree in the meadow than be cutting the grass in said meadow. Those who know me well know this about me, and accept me in spite of it. For that I’m grateful.

Sure, there are times when I am motivated to act, to create, to control (bwahahaha) and when I’m on a bender you better look out. I can get a lot done in very little time. Maybe that’s to make up for lost time, maybe I’m just mildly bipolar, or maybe it’s just the Type A personality buried DEEP inside.

I’ll also admit that I got the wind knocked out of my on Nov.2, and it took a while to recover. That’s all I will say about that.

So what’s been happening, you ask? With me, with my wife, our families, with our animals, with our jobs, hobbies, fetishes, hang-ups, etc?

Glad you asked! My commitment to this blog is hereby official. (And admittedly influenced by slack) I pledge to update at least 3 times a week until my 31st birthday (Feb. 25) and if that doesn’t kill me, I’ll quite likely have picked up the habit and won’t need a pledge to drag me to the keyboard.

So, to all my nagging fan(s), FINE you get your wish. You’ll be SO sick of my blathering you’ll BEG me to cease and desist. My harangues will bore you to tears, my monologues drive you to drink, and my verbose descriptions of meaningless events elevate you to new heights of disinterest. You were warned.