Like everyone else in this grand planet, I’ve been busy.

And to the 7 regular readers of this blog (and the millions thousands hundreds of you that just arrived here today and desperately left in a hurry), I apologize for the inconsistent blogging. The truth is, I haven’t been too busy to blog. No, I’ve been too busy to think.

To the 0.143% of you emo readers out there, I know you’ve been trying to tell me for years that all I need to do is write dark poetry in that black book on my mantle whenever I get maxed. But I’ve always wanted to stretch my brain as well. I do this by reading books, listening to Shane Claibourne, digesting Mr. Sauder, inhaling U2, and smoking weed.

But lately, I’ve been too busy to dialogue much or even pound out thoughts in writing (especially not on this blog). This has resulted in a deep brain freeze, where the intellect spills over into the emotional (because it has no other place to go) and inevitably finds its way into a witty little poem that doesn’t make sense to anyone but gets stored in the little black book on the mantle.

Where everyone will never ever read it. It’s safer that way.

Check back in 4 weeks or so after school’s over. This blog might be a happenin place by then.

-ak