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I get the feeling I’m forgetting something…

WashingtonDCDid I forget to shut the garage door?  No, that can’t be it – I don’t have a garage.  Did I leave the oven on?  Hmm, no.  That’s not it either.  To leave it on, I would have had to turn it on the first place and I’ve never done that… hmm.

Huh… oh wait.  I know, I forgot to blog.  Whoops.

It’s been a busy two months for me.  Let me recount.  I moved from Cleveland to our nation’s capital.  No, the other capitol.  I bought about 400 pieces of IKEA furniture.  I built said 400 pieces of IKEA furniture.  I have been lucky that none of said 400 pieces have broken due to my shoddy building skills.  I drove back to Cleveland.  I worked on voter protection for a presidential campaign.  I watched the Ohio House Democratic Caucus take back the statehouse.  I flew back to DC.  And the next day I started my job with a big law firm.

Between all the politicking and the legalizing and the building of furniture like an average Joe Sixpack, and the whosawhatsits, I just didn’t have time to blog.  But that’s ok, I didn’t want to become a part of the gotcha mainstream media anyway.

But even with the long hours toiling away for my 6-minute-increment slave-drivers, I think I can find time for my one true love: writing on this blog.  Well that’s not really true.  I’d really rather be going out with a hot date, but since all the dates I’ve been on in this city so far have ended up being really, really, really awful, I think maybe I should just stick to the blogging.

So I happily welcome myself back.  Next up: cookies.


1 Response to “I get the feeling I’m forgetting something…”


  1. 1 becky
    December 4, 2008 at 8:53 pm

    i feel like those are some pretty shoddy excuses, mr. lawyer. want to try another defense? 🙂


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