M.I.A.

The fact that I've been on hiatus from writing this blog is probably apparently only to me. And by hiatus, I mean three-week bender. I seem to have a hole in my heart the size of a slightly smaller heart. And while exorbitant amounts of alcohol actually work to fulfill me in ways that friends, family, lovers, religion, education, hobbies, exercise and tattoos never could, exorbitant amounts of alcohol can also create a real, physical hole in your heart. One you can stick your finger through if you were to carve open your chest with a bone saw. So I will try to put down the caring, tender bottle and be more consistent in posting for all of my uncaring, stringy readers.