I am still here, despite what the absence of postings might lead you to believe. My nemesis - who I not-so-affectionately refer to as "El Blocko" - has returned with a vengeance. His entire reason for being appears to be the thwarting of all creative writing-related thoughts that my brain would undoubtedly be generating like mad without his interference.
Never fear. I will prevail.
Perhaps were I not also wrestling with so many other enemies, I might be able to win this battle more quickly. Alas, I am under attack from many angles. Milkus Duddus strikes, inevitably, around 10 am daily and again from 1 - 3 pm. I pray that soon the Halloween candy in the office shall dwindle into nothing, eliminating the source of Milkus Duddus.
If I am not battling M. Duddus, The Babies demand my attention. The Babies are delightful, and I fear I am growing quite attached. Despite the multiple-times-a-day needs that they need fulfilled, I find that I cannot bear the thought of their little baby selves huddling in the metal shelter cages.
The Babies - unfortunately - also feed another of my enemies: Condo Dissaray-O. Condo Dissaray-O knows that I cannot tolerate much lack of order, and that - confronted with such situations - I will exhaust myself in my attempts to re-establish the Big O. (Order, you perverts.)
And - perhaps most disturbing of all - I am enlaved to the Corporate Life-Provider. The Provider is - in fact - insisting that even now, this very moment, I leave you all once again and return to my life of servitude.
I shall return.
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