I've missed writing for Hobo Siren. Now, don't confuse that with guilt over not blarghing. I write all day for work; there need be no compulsory blooophging in my life. (Don't get me wrong—if I've disappointed anyone by my absence, then good on me, right?)
Excuses are boring. But boy do I have plenty. I'm getting grumpy just thinking about all the reasons.
So here's what we'll do: I'll bloorghpfft a little. Or think about bloughing a little.
Because the other day while shopping for plane tickets to Portland I bought a plane ticket to Iceland—because Ice>Port apparently.
So I'll try and blog about it.