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So, a couple of months ago I suffered from what I like to think of as a “creative coma”. Others would probably refer to it as a “nervous breakdown”, but those people are bastards and should not be listened to. After a couple of months of moping and zero productivity, I’ve found a new (and infinitely less craptastic) job, and I’ve decided to resume blogging. Because any hobby that results in a senator blocking your email address so you can’t send them questions about pizza has to be a good one.
Look at that. One post down and almost no cursing or pointless metaphors about unicorns.
Mother. Fucker. I am an awesome blogger.