It may have taken me a week to get back into my swing, but here I am. Be afraid, be very afraid.

I have determined, through a complex algorithm (please note that I almost typed “Al Gore” in there) and some kite string that I am completely able to work from home and support my family, as long as I continue to get clients. So, I’m shamelessly plugging my services to any and all of you who want/need/must have web services. Go to MojoWriting and see what I can do for you, your site and your life. Seriously.

In other news, our weekend consisted of thrift shopping (how I’ve missed that!), grocery shopping and Rock Band. Since Emo Boy and I have been the only ones to play Rock Band, we got a little bored and kind of gave up. However, much in his amazing style, Freedom has taken the lead as our drummer (the gap in the band… Gap Band, get it?) and he’s pretty good, I must say. My index finger and wrist hurt, though, and I kind of want to whine about that a bit, but I’m afraid that my Rock Band injuries may land me in a hospital soon. Ooooh, hopefully one with a spa. Surely, I  can swing that somehow, especially since I woke up to the whimpering of a vomitous Enigma.

Swing! (that’s three!)

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