yawn

for the last couple of weeks, I've been sitting around, trying to pull myself together. not in a you'd-better-start-worrying sort of way (not yet). but in that way where if you're not focused on something, all the molecules that make you up start to float away. it's like when you're so tired that if you're not actively moving, and moving fast, you start to drift into sleep. even if you're standing up. or talking to someone. you're not all there, and it all makes less and less sense.

I know when this happens that it'll pass. at least in the short term. and here I am. back again. and with tons to write about. because even if it felt like I've been sitting in the dark, staring at the stucco bubblets in my ceiling all day long, it's not all I've been doing. a lot of what I've been doing, but not all.

anyways, so I checked my most recent stats, and take a look at all the places I've had people reading from in the past month:

I think most of them are mistake-hits on their way to the site they actually meant, but still. hellow, hellow. and hellow to me again.