I Know, I Know

Do you admire the way I just made myself disappear for a week? Elegant Choice's parents were in town for infinity, and I didn't get to stick my nose into a book and inhale the regimented ants of its text for six whole days. Eventually I felt myself start to go insane and illiterate in equal measure. Every time I thought of the poems I was working on my head would spin and I would break into a cold sweat and scream internally, "What did you think you were doing, comparing thunderclouds to 'brains pulled down through the nostrils with one of those hooks'? Your brain is a herd of tiny gray veals!"

In the meanwhile, so much happened: People won prizes! People got postcards! People had babies! Also, Jilly nominated me as a thinking blogger, which she is so right about--I am thinking right now, if you can believe it. I can't keep track of everyone else who's been nominated, though, so I'm going to nominate some people who don't have blogs: Topol, Jordy, Pope Ratty, Kouichi Toyama, and Munchkin. Get to it, guys.