Excuses

1) I don't have internet access at my current place of residence.

2) It seems that working at the circulation desk in a public library (as opposed to an academic one) actually involves circulation. Moreover, the other duties I have at my new workplace are mostly unassociated with a computer. Thus, I no longer have time to kill and or the ability to technologically "multi-task".

3) It wasn't until just this past week that I felt like I had anything worthwhile to say to humanity. The predominant effect of first/early second trimester pregnancy, for me, seems to have been very bad grumpiness. Now, the grumpiness wasn't even the normal form of grumpiness for me - i.e. unreasonable anger showered upon people and objects associated with what would be, objectively, minor annoyances. That's my normal kind of grumpiness - it's dumb, but it's fleeting. This was a wierd, very foreign kind of grumpiness that rarely or never seemed to come forth as a spark of anger, but caused a deep skepticism and resultant disinterest in the world at large. I think it's as close to being a melancholic as I've ever come. I now pity all melancholics very deeply. Your lives must really suck.

More later.