Instead of continuing to half-ass around here, I'm taking a sabbatical from the blog to work on my book. Full-assed. Now that Breaking Bad has ended, I feel I
So it's like... a blah-battical. That sounds really important and not at all made up.
I thought about not even saying anything, but then I thought, rather than disappear for a few months and have you (and by "you" I mean you, mom) worry that I finally decamped to the Tootsie Roll turd yurt I've been threatening to build between the garbage cans outside of Clive Owen's pied-a-terre, I wanted to let you know the deal.
But! I'm not going to stop writing columns and updates and pie charts about my secret shames. So, please, if you aren't already, follow me on:
... until I build back enough strength in my upper arms to lift myself out of the Entenmann's box.
Thank you for your patience, and I LOVE YOU. (And by "you," I mean Internet strangers.)
(Fine, and also you, mom.)