To paraphrase an old friend:

Reports of my not having a life have been greatly exaggerated.

Apologies, apologies

The more confused I am, the less I want to write. You can imagine, therefore, that my mind is typically a jumble, and that the last several weeks have been worse than usual. During most of it, I've wanted nothing more than to retreat to my cave... things have a way of resolving themselves and even when I'm present, it sometimes feels as though there's little I can do. It's not exactly wise or considerate of me to attempt to be sociable when I'm reeling from things that have nothing to do with the people or place I'm around- so I've mostly stayed off SL (and away from acquaintances in real life, though it's sort of pointless to mention them because they don't know I have an SL and won't be reading this, but whatever.)
Right, so... sorry? I forgot if I had anything worthwhile to say.