i know, i know. i'm sorry for the lack of posting. you see, i think about it quite often. i think about the great stories i could be telling you, the reader, to make you giggle like an adolescent girl. thing is, when i am actually able to sit down and write, i would rather be sleeping. there has been a great lack of sleep for me the past week and a half, you see. and lack of sleep for me = not funny. by this i do not mean that my lack of sleep is in itself not funny, in fact you may find it to be quite funny. rather, i mean that when i am tired, i am less likely to be funny. and let's face it, you would much rather read something that is funny than something that makes you want to sleep.

you see, there has been a mouse in my room for the past week and a half. normally it comes out the minute after i turn off the light, and it runs around my room, squealing and clawing through my stuff. it wakes me up over and over and over again. it refuses to succumb to the several traps i have set out to capture it.

and so my nights go. less sleep than i need piled upon less sleep that i need. grrr.