Excuses, Excuses

Ok enough of the stupid posts catching up on my day to day life. Now it's time instead for another annoying 'dear diary' kind of entry. That's right. The one where I make excuses to myself (because I'm still under no grand illusions that anyone is reading) for not writing in over a month. The only thing is I know I will talk myself out of these excuses leaving me just feeling guilty.

Excuse Number One:

I have been busy.

We all know that's a lie. My life consists of this:this:
and every now and then a little:
Any of which could always include a little

Excuse Number Two:
I have had nothing interesting happening in my life. That is not a lie. And yet, as one of my thousands of readers pointed out - I never have anything interesting happening in my life. I did sob on the couch for a good 15 minutes after that little gem of inspiration. Then I realised they were correct. Maybe it was because I had too much happening. Pfft who's gunna believe that.
Excuse Number Three:
I'm so busy at work I'm just drained when I get home. Again. Not true - I had a whole 2 weeks in there somewhere where my only job was to watch someone else do my job and let them know if they did ok. Hell, as far as I'm concerned, if you're doing my job and the scenario doesn't look at all like this...
...you're doing just fine.

But seriously. Considering I haven't been locked in a room half filled with people on some serious drugs, half filled with people in need of serious drugs, been called up to the boss's office or had my car planked on in weeks, I consider myself quite lucky and considerably stress free at work of late.
Excuse Number Four:
I acknowledge the fact that no-one wants to read my drivel, and have also come to the conclusion that feeding my multiple personality disorder by imagining that my other personalities are reading and therefore getting some insight into my life, and hoping that one day they will return the favour so I can understand me, is a bordering on the crazy side and perhaps I should just calm down on the whole blogging thing for a while. I like this last possibility. Even if it is a hard sentence to read. Go on. Try it again, I'll wait...
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Conclusion:
I don't have a conclusion. But I do have an excuse FOR finally getting back in to the swing of things. Let me spell it out for you:
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That's right - it's the end of the financial year and I have a mountain of homework. Yup... 21 years of schooling and I'm still doing homework. Well, that is a lie. 21 years of schooling and I'm still expected to be doing homework. And I'm still mucking around with technology instead.
So, think yourself lucky other personalities... if it weren't for homework, you'd have nothing to read right now.