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Too pooped to post....




I think it's safe to say, the month of November kicked my butt.... both literally and "literary-ly", as evidenced by the fact that I haven't even posted since Nov. 28th... *sigh*

Between, NaNoWriMo, guest blogging, a major (read: exhausting) week-long, out-of-town project for work, I had precious little time to do much more than work and sleep....

And, now, the holidays are upon us... greatly restricting what little free time I might have to post... *double sigh*

Retail management + Christmas = No Time, No Life, No Sleep

So, if I am mysteriously absent for the rest of the year, fear not.... and if you find me snoozing in the corner, just step over me....

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  1. MISHDecember 18, 2011 at 6:34 AM

    I know what you mean... it's that end-of-year feeling when everything starts catching up with you! The body starts to protest and goes into shut-down mode. Enjoy your rest!

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