the return of not so emo girl
Since I last properly logged my position with the internet and weblogging community, I have been replenishing the parched aquifer of my restfulness and exercising my socializing skills. The extra free time fell upon me like a sack of bricks, and I don't know what to do with myself sometimes, so I've been pointing my excess energy directly at books and reading a bunch of them.
Now that I've spent two months being a rather unproductive Man of Action (meaning that I attempt to do a lot and run into many problems along the way, or that I do a lot that does not really have to be done) of the internet world, I think I am ready to collect up the fragments again and become once more a torrential downpour of effectiveness. I may begin wearing a samurai sword to highlight this psychological change. A new era has fallen upon the earth! And it shall be ruled by my (highly-effective) iron fist.
Now that I've spent two months being a rather unproductive Man of Action (meaning that I attempt to do a lot and run into many problems along the way, or that I do a lot that does not really have to be done) of the internet world, I think I am ready to collect up the fragments again and become once more a torrential downpour of effectiveness. I may begin wearing a samurai sword to highlight this psychological change. A new era has fallen upon the earth! And it shall be ruled by my (highly-effective) iron fist.
