I've been remiss me?

No, Dad, your browser isn't broken. You haven't messed up the link to my blog. I really just haven't posted since March 30th. 

See folks, there's this thing that I'm writing. It's called my thesis. I pretend it has a title, but it doesn't, so let's just end that charade right here and now. I've been working on it, erratically diligently, since September, and it's due in June. And actually, for all my talk of procrastination, I have all my data collected, coded, and submitted for analysis, three chapters drafted and awaiting edits, and the beginnings of deep thoughts for the final two chapters.

The outlines or drafts of those final two chapters are due, with the finalized first three chapters, on May 13th. The whole thing is due June 24th. "Not so bad," you might think. "You're on track, MFB," you might surmise.  But no.  The FBs are going on a family vacay, y'all, (1992 called and wants its summer vacation back) and whaddaya know, we get back on May 15th. When I calmly explained this to my advisor, she said, "Oh, that's okay. Just give it to me before you go!" Oh, great. Sure. Two weeks! What's two weeks, when you're writing a thesis and dying a little inside with every hour that passes?! Pssshhh.

So my deadline is now 4 days after the end of my internship. The last week and a half of my internship, mind you, involves insane amounts of paperwork explicating all the work I've done this year with my vastly needy clients -- all to properly document how there's not another therapist available to see them til July, or September if they want another social worker. What?! A shortage in human services?! A grossly-under-served population in serious need?! A system failing the poor and the sick?! Noooo.

But I digress.

My point, since I really do think I had one, is to say I'm sorry.  I've been remiss.  I've been shamefully absent, I admit. And it's not even over!! I have to do this. "This" as in my thesis, not as in "blog." The fate of the world depends on it. The "fate of the world" as in "my quest for extra initials." 

I'm pretending that the three of you who read this actually miss me, here, so work with me folks. Squeeze those eyelids together, eeeeeeke out that tear... theeere you go. There it is! Awww. Isn't that sweet! You miss me! Knew we could get there.

Now hold that thought. For like, another month.