So so soo. So. So! Why am I saying so? That is a rather nasty habit I seem to have picked up from my father! I shall have to work on it.
Soooooooooooooooooooooooo so so. The internet. It's been real, homedogs and broslices, but I don't think I'm coming back (reliably). I do value my productivity, unproductive as it usually is, and due to internet-based time wasting I rather thought I was to the point where I needed to stage a little computer intervention for myself in order to get it back. So I'm going to.
I'll pop on every once in a while to post art and whatnot, but honestly, don't bother emailing me or anything because by the time I get around to reading it it is very likely I'll be too late with my response to not be percieved as rude. (perceived? percieved? I have no idea. i cannot spell. bah.)