Hello? Is this thing on?

Sooooo...

How's it going?

Uhhhh. Heh heh.

Like, um, don't hate me.

Seriously, I'm not avoiding you. I'm not skirting around finishing up the TowelGirl story. I don't have an agenda - I'm not trying to cause any distress or annoyance.

I've just been, well preoccupied.

It's just that, well, my job...it's like...time consuming now.

Shit, well that makes me sound like I normally don't do crap.

More so than usual ok!

And I sort of made a promise to myself that I would never mention work here because I don't want to become one of those poor unsuspecting bloggers who were sacked for mentioning they even had a job and where said job was.

Even though I doubt my employers would be so lame.

But that would be an ignorant assumption. And making ignorant assumptions leads to...well...assuming ignorant things.

Or something.

So let's just say, if I HAD a job (which I'm neither confirming nor denying), that it has become rather time consuming of late.

And even though it may be time consuming - it's totally exciting, and things are changing. And if I had this supposed job where things are exciting and changing, I might be really consumed during work hours, and utterly exhausted mentally upon getting home in the evenings.

If I were employed that is.

Which I'm not saying one way or the other. Or by whom.

So I just wanted to write this note. Which is totally not during working hours by the way.

IF I had a job.

And that job had "normal working hours".

I'm still alive, and well. And maybe tomorrow I will write the final chapter to my two-part story of TowelGirl - Drunk Extraordinaire!

Does two parts of a story necessitate chapters? What would be the minimum?

Why am I worried about this?