averygoodun42 | Apologies

I think I owe some of you massive apologies. Well, I probably owe all of you massive apologies for some of the things I write down, but I'll leave that for another day when I'm more firmly ensconced in self-pity mode. Not there yet.

Those of you who tried to contact me or communicate with me this past weedkend, I'm sorry I rebuffed your efforts. Despite the somewhat cheerful post on Sunday, I haven't been feeling quite right for the past week or so (I'd blame it on the heat, but it's finally cooled down...) and have been rather... terse lately. It's not that I don't want to talk to you, it's just that the words, even typed words (in a conversational context), haven't been coming to me and I hate feeling like a dead fish on a phone. I really, really hate that. Of course, that's how I usually feel on a phone which is why I don't usually use one and am terrible, terrible about phoning people back. I was going to change "people" to "friends" but realized that I'm terrible about returning any phone calls.

As for IMing... I haven't... I don't... It's better than using the phone by a long shot (hell, that's how Justin and I cemented our friendship in high school. We didn't really talk, we went to computer labs together and IMed each other. Yes, I'm a freak.) but even so, I wasn't up for even that form of communication this weekend. As I said, words just weren't coming.

I should have called or IMed or explained this to you at the time, and I'm sorry I didn't. I hope you didn't take it personally.

*cliche warning! cliche warning!*

It's not you, it's me.

Anyway, I hope you'll forgive me. I'm terrible, I know it, and I hope you'll love (or at least continue liking?) me anyway.