To mix things up a bit, I’ve done this post as a podcast of sorts, complete with musical intros and outros! I’m afraid I don’t giggle, really (Michael), but I do chuckle once, so for you laugh lovers, you’ll have to catch me in a better mood.

Pardon my audio-lousiness. Audacity defeats me.

Oh, and you’ll have to use the pop-up player or download for it to work. I dunno what’s wrong with podPress. It was a problem with acronyms/abbreviations. Hee hee… *looks around, tip-toes away*

Diagnosis: Depression

Yes, I’ve been so rude as to not respond to email. No, I haven’t been posting here. Yes, I can barely get out of bed in the mornings.

There’s not really much more to say than that.

I’m alive, but tired, frustrated, and very likely to take a mallet to the face of anyone who crosses me, most especially my dear WO. (After all, he’s often within arm’s reach.)

Oh, and I put out two kitchen fires last night.

…Within five minutes of each other.

In good news, my phone interview with Teach for America went well, I think.

I want more private time than I can get, hence the lack of writing here or reading of other blogs (except one). Trust me, there’s equal seclusion and hermitude going on in the Lissa-love shack. Me and my paper journal are making good time, though.

And you know what? I don’t even feel like trying to put on a face right now. I’ll try to respond to emails, but otherwise, I’ll be back when I’m back.