I love you right back.
I have no time.
I hope you aren't expecting too much out of me lately. Frankly, I wish there was enough time in the world for me to be an Internet junkie, sleep as much as I need to, and do my job. There isn't. So far, it's Internet that is being sacrificed. Because I'm a wimp and I really like sleep.
Hell, when the only time I have to read or draw for myself is during my one-hour food break, do you really think I have enough time to do all those computer things I mean to do?
Let's face it: I'm working at a crappy job that requires a skill I don't have and isn't really worth my time anyway. I've learned a few things and met some nice people, but the only thing keeping me there is my stubborness and pride. I'm not really happy and I'm enduring the days as best I can.
Thus I may be slow at responding, or conspicuously absent for days on end. As I already have been.
If you cared, you now know.