Small Town Wren

I have been neglecting my blog for some time now. It turns out I’m pretty diseased. Considering I’m trying to take as few sick days as possible and still get to all of my classes (one of which is in finals right now), it has left me with very little energy to do much else.

You know it is bad when even your mother is concerned by just how much TV you’ve been watching and not much else beyond it. We’ll see when I make a return to regular posting, but as of now, I’m sick with that dreaded disease Mono.

I either got it from or gave it to my sister. She was even more of a mess than I was for awhile. She hibernated for a week while the whole family moved her out of her apartment. Me? I’ve just felt awful for two weeks now and don’t have the ADD energy level to which I usually have access.

I’ve been avoiding writing here, which annoys me to no end. The reason why I’ve been putting it off is that most of the things I have to say, I feel I cannot because there are a number of people in my life right now who like to assume that anything I write is actually about them. I find this really frustrating, because I usually don’t let the thoughts and opinions of others have much say over my standard operating procedure. And yet, I feel the need for caution now.

It’s silly. I’m not going to do this much longer. It’s to the point where if people are offended by me, they shouldn’t read my thoughts. My patience has run out, and I’m not going to give the feelings of others more consideration than my own any longer.

If you’re not reading this in an RSS feed, you might have noticed some neat little changes around here. That’s right; we got a bit of a face lift. Normally the source of much embarrassment, this here face lift is a cause célèbre. I wish I could claim all the work for my own, but I merely offered opinions and suggestions. The true mastermind behind these tweaks is Mr. John Gosling (of the Carl Sagan obsession).

He’s a true trooper, appeasing all of my “ooh, could we get that just a little lighter?” requests. Because, you know, I wouldn’t be Wren Roberts if I didn’t nitpick something to death.

Thanks, John!

Edit: I do get some credit. We broke comments and I fixed them. Booyah.

All I can say is thank goodness for Akismet. The spambots have finally found my little blog here. Those infernal creatures posted 50+ spammy comments, and without it I would have had to have gone through each post on it’s own. What a nightmare.

It’s real cute when they extoll what an “expert you are on this topic!” and they’d “love to hear more about this!” when it’s the posts on rape. Yeah. Awesome.

Sad but true. Postings might be a bit spotty for the next week or two as I try very hard to not kill myself due to all the work I have to get done.

I’ve been meaning to do something here for awhile.  It’s always hard to start new things.  To be perfectly honest, it is hard for me to start things sometimes.  I plan and I plan and I get all ready to do something, and then I freeze up.

I don’t want this to be one of those things.  So I’m going to try very hard to keep this alive and kicking.  It might be rocky in the beginning, but we’ll see how it goes.  Deal?