When I went on hiatus, I did so with a quiet little post, and I seriously didn’t think anyone would miss me. Let me thank each an every single one of you who emailed me, chatted me up, DM’d me, sent me a mix tape and commented on my hiatus post. You know who you are. I love you guys more than you could ever know.

I’ve been labeled a personnal blogger. If you’re in my life, odds are pretty good I will blog about you at some point, and odds are even better that you will THINK that I blogged about you at some point. If you know people that are in my life, odds are pretty good that I’ll blog about them and even better that you’ll THINK I blogged about them at some point. You may be right. You may be wrong. I blog about stuff that affects me, stuff that happens in my life. I blog about that stuff from my perspective, with some degree of self-loathing and self deprecating. Because this is what I find funny.

I think that if you go through my archives you’ll see that the very few times that I had a controversial post about someone, I called them out by name and even linked to their blog when they have one. My blog is not about trying to be mean to anyone, it’s mostly about making fun of myself for the amount of insane or unexpected situations I get into.

The thing is I didn’t went on hiatus because of something I’ve been told about something I wrote. I went on this hiatus because I could see where certain things were going in my real life – and I didn’t want to write about these things, but I knew that it would occupy the most part of my brain so what else could I write about really? I don’t want to be another Meme & LOLCats blog (no offense meant), I want to write about stuff that makes me tick, makes me think, makes me laugh that makes me sad. Well, okay, maybe not really that much stuff that makes me sad.

People have the right to “not get me”. People have the right to ask me about the stuff they don’t get. People have the right to skip reading my blog or pour over the archives. Not much I can do about this, really. That certainly doesnt mean I should stop writing. That doesn’t mean I should watch every single word I write for second or third degree hidden meanings. This doesn’t mean there’s never any second or third or fourth degrees to my posts – A plan within a plan within a plan… I guess I should not be that surprised when someone doesn’t get the actual meaning of the stuff I write.

Should I really had been that surprised when LovelyWife completely misunderstood why I stopped blogging and that it then created a massive chain reaction? Not really. I had been thinking something was off since a little while, and really the blog thing was just a convenient means to an end. Yes, LovelyWife and I had words. Yes, we argued and discussed things late into the night. And then again on the next day. And the next… You get the point. The thing is that this situation is no worst or no better or no more unexpected than what happens in any other couple who has been together for almost 20 years. But I seriously didn’t want to blog about it. I had my nose stuck to the proverbial wall, but I was smart enough to step away from the keyboard for a while.

I love this blog. It’s my way of releasing pressure, of letting go of things, of questioning things, of arguing with myself, of making fun of myself.

I love my Wife. I love my Wife more than this blog. I would never do anything to hurt her.

I love my friends.

I’m not changing the way I write or the stuff I write about. I can’t change that. I am me.

So forgive me if you ever thought that I sinned against you.

Forgive me, for I will Sin.

Work is this sine wave of excitement. I have intense periods of all kinds of stuff to do, followed by moments where nothing happens.

Now, if you believed that, I got a bridge to sell you.

Truth is ever since I started in this university business, the work flow has changed dramatically.

In the first year,  we had 2-3 intense rush periods – mainly at the beginning of semesters. Then it morphed into six periods of intense activities – adding the final exams period. For some reason someone decided that the summer – which used to be fairly dead – was going to be intensive course country. Of course, the 2-3 rush weeks turned into month long affairs, and then the midterms flared up, and then we took on this Africa project and bla bla bla…

Yeah.

Of course, This makes me react like every other sane human being would, I focus all day on nothing but work work work and then I avoid all external work like a bad cliché.

And if you believe that, I could rent you the moon for a very reasonable monthly fee. Ask me about it but make sure you use the promo code “GULLIBLE”.

I think I’ve done more external work, Facebook surfing, Twitter watching, Mafia War playing in the last three months than I ever did in the previous year. This creates an interesting vicious circle, where I’ll stay up later to “unwind” from the work day, but will inevitably end up doing some work (you gotta love the ole Blackberry). So the next day at work, when I start to lose my concentration I think to myself:

“Meh, I can take a 10 minute break since I worked until 10 pm yesterday”

Of course, 10 minutes turn into 25, and then when I get home at night I feel guilty about the long break I took at work, so that makes me stay up until 11 pm playing “catch-up”, and I always get to work 45 minutes earlier to kick start the day, but since I stayed up until 11 pm, I get sleepy, take a longer break. The next day I’m even more sleepy, so I pause more often and fell more guilt so I stay up until midnight… You see where this is going, right?

Luckily, I see it too.

I might flat-line soon too if I keep going at life this way. It’s really time to make some major changes in the way I manage my time.