Yeah, so that last entry wasn’t me.
Someone knows me a little too well, it seems, mimicking my writing style with eerie verisimilitude. He even did the little tie up line at the end. Bravo, maestro, bravo.
The background: Chauffi called last night and threatened to update my site for me if I didn’t update soon. I’ve been in a mood and also swamped with freelance stuff and other things, and had to make the tough choice of sleeping or updating. Can you hear the violins? Anyway, I intended to update over the weekend, but apparently that wasn’t soon enough.
My only quibble was that I rarely write in big giant paragraphs and also know that ‘brat’ only has four letters. He committed some of my grammar pet peeves, but nothing most people would notice. Well, editrix would notice.
The story about assaulting my Annoying Coworker? Fiction. All fiction. Except for the part about moping around the house and the part about watching Six Feet Under, which was true and was what I did on my birthday. That and eat pineapple fluff. Mmmm. Pineapple fluff.
Thank you for all the kind emails and comments! Real update soon.
