Ironically, my last post references the "history in the making" event of two post appearing on simulataneous days on my blog. And here I am a month later, postless and maybe forgotten...
Here's what you've missed: nothing. I spent the last three weeks digging myself a hole in the HUGSR library and not coming out except for a couple hours of sleep each night. You may think I am exaggerating, but in fact, every other night, I would go to bed at three and wake up at five, so "couple" is no misnomer. Well, I did come out a couple times to make some caffeine runs with my buddy Charles Kiser, but those weren't always productive. Like the time we went to Starbucks, and I called Jesse about something. She thought I was calling to get her something while I was there, and when I didn't... well, let's say it was productive in that I learned something about being an idiot. Namely, I have an unusual ability to be one.
This talent has been manifesting itself in many ways lately. For example, the exegetical paper for which I dug that hole? Yeah. I turned it in four days late, in part because I failed to take into account that there was a page limit: 13-17 double spaced. Unfortunately, my first draft was about 22 pages, single spaced! That's right, my first draft was 34 pages double spaced. So, I spend the next 12 hours cutting my paper in half. I'm not sure how much time I wasted needlessly on that silly paper, but I think my wife has it down to seconds.
Well, all that idiot stuff is behind me now. With a new season beginning, I am filled with hope about what might be. I might not be as much of an idiot this summer. I might actually put down the X-Box controller and write some thank you notes. I might not blog about sports next time either. In fact, I'm thinking of trying a little something different, but I'd like to take a poll. I have this great little story (based on real events) that I'd like to write. I was thinking about posting it in sections on my blog. Anyone interested? It doesn't really matter, because I'm going to do it anyways, but I welcome any encouragement my faithful reader(s) would like to give. My next post will begin the story, and I hope to post one "chapter" per week until I run out of material.
Two final thoughts: I love my wife, and yes, it rained on our honeymoon.
