Am I back? Am I really, really back?

Maybe.

See, the problem is, it's Monday and I'm already out of things to write about. Fucking lame ass life and it's no story lines.

Part of my problem is, not surprisingly, exhaustion. I just got back at it again after 3 weeks off, the first time since I was 14 that I had that much time off. I enjoyed my time off. Really, really enjoyed my time off. Forcing myself to work again has been a grind.

See, our honeymoon spoiled the shit out of me. We went to one of those all-inclusive places in Mexico where they wait on you hand and foot, bringing you drinks, food, or anything else you want at all hours of the day. Instead of spending my days staring bleary eyed into a computer screen, I spent my days lazing by or in the pool, drinking Don Julio margaritas. If I was feeling powerfully motivated, I would play beach volleyball in the afternoon. Our hardest decision for seven days was, which restaurant should we go to, followed by should we go to the pool or the beach? (Actually the most difficult part of the trip was the toplessness of the sun bathing. Boobies were everywhere. And trust me, most of them were boobies that should have been left well under wraps. I felt like putting on my shirt in protest.)

So.. Needless to say re-adjusting myself to alarm clocks and deadlines has been a bit, well, shitty. Maybe it's time for another vacation.