Despite the concerted efforts of reality I am, to all appearances, healthy once more. Having shaken myself free of my malady’s snotty grasp, I’m keen once more to embrace life and be overwhelmed by work with all the youthful vigor deserving of a young man my age. I’d post more, but I can hardly keep my eyes open… it’s been one of those days.
In the meantime, be entranced by the thoughts and things I’m currently entertaining: I’m a ruthless despot and would be something of a bastard — King Dick, damnit — given absolute power; and musing about emotional attachment to literary characters. Or not, as is your want. I may someday elaborate on these topics — you know, chronicle my ‘civilized’ conquerings (read: razings and subsequent enslavements of whole societies) or ramble on about my connections to characters (iconic characters long-since stagnant under the weight of their own popularity versus brand-new characters to which anything can happen) — given time and whim.
For now, I’m a paragraph overdue, I’m done munching my carrot, and my tea has gone cold. Cheers!