March 7, 2006 | Filed under: Is She Still Talking?

I’m back. DC, fun. Work, crazy. As in, CA-RA-ZY. Hence my brain is thinking in two-word sentences because that’s all I really have time for but I had to post something lest you (1) think I’m dead; (2) hate me for not updating, like, ever, jeez; (3) are tired of being depressed out of your mind reading that last post. Cuz yes, I would be, too, if I read that one on a daily basis. Luckily, I don’t.

Anyway, entertain yourself with the archives while I try to pull myself out of the ever-deepening swamp that is my workload. Sorry, kids, you’re not my top priority. But don’t worry, I feel plenty of guilt about not posting. I’m Catholic, we’re good at that.

Also, if anyone knows a good way to add four hours to my day, will you please share your secret time machine with me? Please?

1. Alan says:
   

   The secret?

   Adderall XR.

   That is all.

   (I guess amphetamines work, too, but I’d be worried about your teeth falling out. Or marrying your brother.)

   March 7th, 2006 at 12:49 pm
2. lisa says:
   

   I had to go to training meetings last week which made it FEEL like my days were 4 hours longer! But that probably doesn’t help…

   March 8th, 2006 at 6:46 am
3. Conserned Sitizen Steve says:
   

   I also do not want her marrying her brother.

   March 11th, 2006 at 2:23 pm