Ah... It's been a week. A nice, long, refreshing week. Have you missed me? Because I've definitely missed you. I mean that it the non-creepiest way possible.
Over the last week, I managed to achieve oneness with God, devise a plan for world peace, and actually heard and understood every word my wife said to me.
Just kidding.
My week wasn't nearly that productive. In fact, I, for the most part, sat around.Sat. On my bum (which I hear is pretty much non-existent to begin with). Ate. Slept. Sat.
See what I'm saying? It wasn't exactly the greatest week of my life. But trust me when I say I needed the break. While breaking from blogging, I also took off from work, in hopes that the extra rest would help my body in the healing process that I hope it's in the middle of. I'm not hedging any bets on that, but it's worth a shot.
I did actually learn something this past week, though. Something pretty interesting. I read 3 books, so you would hope that I have something new going on in my noggin.
I learned that, apparently, (some) writers don't actually like to write.
And I breathed a deep sigh of relief.
