In case you've been wondering why I've been so quiet, or even (and more likely) if you haven't been wondering (then too bad, 'cause I'm going to tell you anyway): I've had an unexpected vacation!

Now you're probably wondering how on earth one can have a vacation when the immigration limbo one has been stuck in for many years and which requires one, by law, to do nothing that could be even loosely defined as work and therefore results in one's life to resemble a continuous vacation anyway, right?

Well, the answer is twofold, yet simple: Firstly I'd tell you that your wonderings are far too verbose and confusing and that you really ought to try and cut it shorter in future.

Secondly, I'd tell you that why, it's all quite simple really! In order to get a vacation from a life spent in perpetual holiday mode, one travels to distant places.

And since I've been in dire need of a vacation from my vacation, I took one.

And I'm planning to tell you all about it in the greatest detail. For now, however, I need a rest.

Because I had NO IDEA that taking a real vacation could make one so tired!

P.S. Returned to a glorious 2,998* e-mails in my comments/trackbacks inbox! Thought I had been Dooceded (can't say "Dooced", because that, of course, means 'to be fired from one's work because of one's weblog.' And not even the likes of me can manage to get fired without actually being employed in the first place, blog or no blog).

So "Dooceded" (pronounce: DOOO- CEEEEEDED) in this case means "becomes overnight blogging sensation, complete with media coverage and thousands of actual readers.")

But alas, my "fanmail" turned out to be just more blasted spam. And in case you've been suspecting me of exaggerating the amount of spam I receive (MOI? EXAGGERATE OR EMBELLISH FACTS?!?!? NEVER EVER EVEEEERRRR!), please refer to the sidebar at the left of these scribblings and see "The Opiniated." I assure you, although I have been known to receive comments from folks with blogging names like "Mice" and "Maison Pants" and "Vit 'n' Madge" and "Claypot" and "Cherryflava" and "Bookstore Diva" and "Pylorns" and "Cooksister" and "Fricative" and "Mikedup" and "Will Type For Food" and "Annika" and "Kim" and "Deeleea" and "Martha" and "Emily" and "Helen" (Okay, so those last six aren't so strange at all, but they're foreign (Martha, darling, you weren't born here, and Helen lives in England now, and Em and Annika, you're from Texas and L.A. respectively, so enough said) and everyone knows that being foreign automatically ups the weirdness factor); I really do NOT have readers named "Party Poker", "Blackjack" or even "Online Pharmacy."

*While I was busy trying to delete the spam, the number of spam mails actually climbed to over 3,000! I give up!

Is it any wonder then that I already feel in need of another vacation?