Back—Not in Black

Unlike some truly excellent bloggers whose work I greatly enjoy, I did not begin this blog to make funny, or crack wise, or expound on topics of great and lasting importance. I think I've done all of those things on occasion—and goodness knows I am inspired by so many people and writings out there in the wide, wide world of the Internet—but as the tagline continues to proclaim, I blog because it's cheaper than therapy, and this means that I will at least pretend not to feel bad when I post something that's a complete and total downer.

Of course, I do, and not just because I was down when I posted it.

That being said, this is not a kiss-off post—"GOODBYE, CRUEL INTERNET! I SHALL NO LONGER BE POLLUTING YOUR ELECTRONS WITH MY MENTAL SPEWINGS!"—not that there's anything wrong with that except I miss them when they go. It is, rather, an admission that I haven't really been trying to write blog entries lately. I wanted to, but because I wanted to write a post of happy memories of Old Lady Cat and could not bring myself to do so because it's so damn hard for me to type when I'm crying because I inevitably get my fingers on the wrong keys smf Eot'f mimfayjrm ejsy upi rmf i[ eoyj od nimvj pg honnrtodj yjsy ypys;;u n;phd—and not only does it blow Word's mind, but you can't tell where your misspellings are because at some point, you also hit the Backspace key (or the <--BkSp key, as it is here on my ancient loaner Windows 95 machine).

Not to mention, I want that piece to be a happy, funny one, which is likewise hard to achieve in a mood that's roughly even with the sewer pipe that runs under my house. If not lower.

So. Given that I can't quite pick up the keyboard where I'd like to, thus providing a beautiful remembrance piece to follow the sad announcement that constituted my last post, please excuse me and understand that I will complete it when I'm able—on some sunny, lovely day when she would have enjoyed curling up right in it—and meanwhile, accept my deepest and heart-felt thanks for your many kind words and cyberhugs ... I appreciate every word, very much.

For now, I have pretty much nothing to offer, beginning with a post on nail polish and most likely progressing to (yet another) road-rage-inspired rant.