The verdict is in.
The roommate did it... In the local pub... With a pint of Keiths.
Well, that is at least is one of the root causes for my prolonged absence from my much loved blog.
An evolution has been taking over the last year that has left this Limping Lizard very little to lament about, and perhaps to much to celebrate. I'm barely even recognizable even to myself these days. I'm laughing, smiling, dropping pounds by the truck load and thanks to reconstructive leg surgery, I'm not even limping anymore (and only do so after incurring much enjoyed, self-inflicted injuries on the dance floor).
My one of my greatest wishes and worst fears have come true. After years of amusing myself by writing about the life I wish I had, I have finally started to live a life worth writing about, which unfortunately has left me with precious little time to sit down and put it into prose. Having finally embarked on a dating life that could perhaps make a Hilton blush, I no longer have been able to carve out time to wax on about my wee adventures.
And I even further impeded my chosen art by decimating any quiet time I might have found between dates by acquiring a roommate to help pay the bills thanks to the impending financial storm. It has worked out spectacularly well, and better than I could have ever imagined, because I never accounted for how much fun that a roommate would ultimately equate to. My roommate has turned out to be not only a financial buffer, but also an incredibly reliable and amusing 24/7 on-call "wing man", who regularly helps me terrorize my favorite haunts with. Oh, the stories I have to tell, were there time to tell them.
So here I am, on a perfectly good Thursday night before a long weekend, having declined invitations to join in on some light-hearted debauchery to instead enjoy a quiet moment, a glass of wine and a much overdue reunion with my computer.
How I have missed you. And where do I start?
Oh snap....the phone just rang. Gotta fly....have to get ready for a date. ;)
But stay tuned, with the long weekend ahead and an otherwise quiet weekend up north away from the sources of my new found distraction, the reunion may be very sweet indeed.
The roommate did it... In the local pub... With a pint of Keiths.
Well, that is at least is one of the root causes for my prolonged absence from my much loved blog.
An evolution has been taking over the last year that has left this Limping Lizard very little to lament about, and perhaps to much to celebrate. I'm barely even recognizable even to myself these days. I'm laughing, smiling, dropping pounds by the truck load and thanks to reconstructive leg surgery, I'm not even limping anymore (and only do so after incurring much enjoyed, self-inflicted injuries on the dance floor).
My one of my greatest wishes and worst fears have come true. After years of amusing myself by writing about the life I wish I had, I have finally started to live a life worth writing about, which unfortunately has left me with precious little time to sit down and put it into prose. Having finally embarked on a dating life that could perhaps make a Hilton blush, I no longer have been able to carve out time to wax on about my wee adventures.
And I even further impeded my chosen art by decimating any quiet time I might have found between dates by acquiring a roommate to help pay the bills thanks to the impending financial storm. It has worked out spectacularly well, and better than I could have ever imagined, because I never accounted for how much fun that a roommate would ultimately equate to. My roommate has turned out to be not only a financial buffer, but also an incredibly reliable and amusing 24/7 on-call "wing man", who regularly helps me terrorize my favorite haunts with. Oh, the stories I have to tell, were there time to tell them.
So here I am, on a perfectly good Thursday night before a long weekend, having declined invitations to join in on some light-hearted debauchery to instead enjoy a quiet moment, a glass of wine and a much overdue reunion with my computer.
How I have missed you. And where do I start?
Oh snap....the phone just rang. Gotta fly....have to get ready for a date. ;)
But stay tuned, with the long weekend ahead and an otherwise quiet weekend up north away from the sources of my new found distraction, the reunion may be very sweet indeed.
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