My humble apologies for my inactivity as of late. My dA messages are piling up... Wow. Just thinking about it makes me want to close my laptop and do something else.

I'm not painstakingly busy, depressed, or in a major art hiatus (it's not like I have any "art" to be in a hiatus from) -- I just never, ever come to my laptop anymore. I don't know why. It's not that I think it's germy or anything (which it probably is, anyway). I just have this feeling of displeasure towards my laptop that causes me to stay away from it.

I have seriously never done this before. It kind of confuses me; it seems as if I see my computer as work or something that will suck up my much-needed time -- which is kind of what it is, but still -- and I'm "procrastinating" by deciding not to use it. So strange. Never has happened to me before. :I

Even right now, I have an urge to quickly finish what I have to say, shut my laptop, and leave. I'm sure you want me to do the same thing, as this is kind of turning into a rambling wall of text that no one wants to read. For that, I apologize as well. And actually, this is the second time I have to type this -- the first time, I was just beginning my fourth paragraph when Windows restarted itself to configure an update. That made me super angry, and more than anything I wanted to punch a hole in my screen. I'm not an idiot, though, so I didn't -- I waited for it to restart completely, then re-typed this entire thing.

This effect could wear off tomorrow. Or it could wear off in August. I can't be sure. However, I predict it will wear off in a week or two -- it just seems realistic. I will have a lot of dA messages to sift through. Funny, don't you think? That I was more active during the duration of my grounded-ness than I am now, now that I'm free to use my laptop again. Heh. That's nice.

That just about wraps it up. See you guys whenever! I am going to go ahead and create a rather large distance between my laptop and myself, so that I can -- get this -- finish my journal entry. In my physical journal that I can hold. How tasty.

Bye!