if she was a spice, she'd be flour*

(*It's a Bob's Burgers quote, but rest assured, Louise Belcher was talking about me when she said it. I am flour. I'm eleven and a half pounds of it stuffed in a five pound bag.)

Anyway: I'm not dead! I just sort of burned out on human contact there, I guess. My annual March Malaise must've kicked in a little early this year; February hit me hard, y'all. Just melted me down into a puddle of black ooze that couldn't think or talk or people.

At least last year I had an excuse. (Although, last year, the March vibe was more of a blind, frothing panic; pretty much the exact opposite of malaise.)

So now I get to do a deep dive on my friends list, see what I've missed and possibly -- creepily -- leave comments on some very old entries whilst hoping no one finds this too off-putting. Uh...sorry in advance?

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