Lately I've been later when I'm late...

“This’ll be the first month,” I sighed as I looked sadly at my blog in its sorry, sorry state. Truly, it pains me to see it so disregarded, so abandoned, so ill-used. “The very first month in its entirety that I’ve not made a single post.”

And then I caught myself up, wondering… If it really is my blog, then I can do whatever I want with it. It doesn’t have to end this way! So at seven minutes to midnight, instead of sleeping like I should be, the newly excited juices of inspiration began pumping keeping me awake for more proficiently than any caffeinated beverage or self-inflicted tortures.

You know, it’s a funny thing. This blog, even though not updated nearly enough, even though not garnering some large audience – I have an utter fondness for it. And a ridiculous dedication to making sure a month doesn’t go past without me posting several times. But life and my personal pursuits have kept me away and I’ve failed to post thoughts or life updates and other such things.

I just got back from a week in Northern Oregon. I was gone from Monday to Sunday, enjoying my escape from toil and expectation and heartache. I hate those things, and that’s pretty much why vacation was invented; so average joe could escape to a new life for a mere twinkling. Portland was awesome, Seaside was beautiful, Astoria is always a fun-filled gem. It was a dream. Powell’s Books in Portland is this four-story book store with an over-whelming amount of literature. I could move into that store and close its pages around me and be happier than ever I was before. In truth… I thought about shoving some second-rate dime novels on the floor and crawling into their space on the shelves, hiding until the store was closed and emerging to live a life of fantasy within the pages of pretty much anyone you could think of. I didn’t. But, mark me when I admit I was sorely tempted.

I leave on a road trip for San-Francisco rather soon. It ought to be an exciting time. I’m looking forward to more time away from the mundane. I guess I’m drawn to adventure in a lot of ways. Sitting on my tush… it does stuff to me.

So now I’ve babbled and rambled for a number of paragraphs, and all for the mere sake of making one more post on my blog. One more update to the on-looking world. But it worked, and I do have one more post. Hopefully it won’t be so long before I post again. And hopefully I’ll have something interesting or insightful to say.