Bad Blogger. Bad, Bad, Bad.

I haven't picked up my camera in months and I spend most of my time writing thrilling essays about Machiavelli, the nature of reality and the like.

I can't remember the last time I read a book that didn't involve aspects of personality and how they affect adjustment.
(OK, yes I can... it was Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. But I can't remember the one before that.)

I haven't made a piece of jewelry or artwork of any kind in weeks.

I have feuding in-laws and a fun-filled surgical day at the hospital to look forward to over the holiday weekend.

My point? I haven't blogged in months, but it's not like I'm doing something fun instead.