I was going to write a real blog entry. Honest. For the past 48 hours it’s been my intention to write a blog entry soon. But life kept creeping up behind me, and walloping me over the head with a soggy banana, and, well, I just haven’t gotten around to it. Sorry.
In fact, I might be not getting around it quite a lot for the next month or so. You see, right now there are lots of family dramas (involving pushing my grandfather around in a wheelchair and trying not to throttle my uncle) and work dramas (although mostly the work ones have been successfully performed, and now it’s just back to normal every day work stuff).
And then… on the 30th of June I have to hand in my folio of Children’s Stories. And on the 3rd of July my art exhibition opens, and it’s also my birthday. And on the fourth, weather permitting, I’m tramping up Mount Holdsworth because my parents will be down in this neck of the woods. Then on the 5th of July I’m one of the guests at the Eisteddfod spoken word night down at the Bluenote. And on the 6th of July I’m getting babtised.
And then I’m sleeping for a week.
Oh yeah, and the other thing is that if I’m not hammering away at this keyboard, I’m probably playing around with this other keyboard which is new and spunky and oh so very very cool.
So, if blog entries are slightly shorter and less frequent than you are used to, I apologise in advance. Normal blogging will resume as soon as… well, as soon as I get around to it.
I will write a proper entry soon, I promise. In fact, maybe even later tonight. But right now I have a date with Buffy and fish and chips, so I’ve gotta run for the bus…
Posted by Fionnaigh at June 10, 2003 05:17 PM