The goat ate my blogpost-notes, several relatives were trampled by elephaunts in Amazonia, my alarmclock was stolen by a vicious band of meercats, my train was late (as appears to be my lot in life), terrorists blew up my laptop (they tend to do that), I got stuck in traffic, I was brutally abducted by cabbagy smelling tribals (most likely Assamese), the terrorists also blew up the goat btw (so there was really no way for me to post anything)...Some of these excuses are more true then others, I admit, but all are equally superfluous on this glorious day: the return of the empress.
Meanwhile thousands of things happened, changes were made, other changes occured (without much making), months passed, illnesses were discovered, the sun shone, rain fell, stews were made, wine was drunk, english past tenses snuck into my writingstyle bigtime... As a creative exercise you can all think of your own scenario of my doings and whereabounts the past three months, because I really don't feel like giving a general update here. This brings us to the following ponderance: then why are we here? (not in an existential way, but in a onthiswebpagerightnow-way).
Well my fine fellows, I went to Rome! And a grand city she showed herself once again! I'll tell you all about it in a most lyrical manner tomorrow, because well, you kow how life goes... I've got a winedate, and I should clean up my mess before M. arrives. (As much as you all might enjoy wallowing in my dirty undies, I don't deem it a very appropriate flooring for social occasions).
