Distressed

My most recent blogs have sucked. Like, really sucked. My humour has been drained from every possible angle. Any humour that I've attempted within the past few weeks, whether on this blog or in person, has been horrible - or at best, mediocre. This is unacceptable to me; it goes against everything I stand for. I need to regroup, gather my thoughts, reload my weapons, don my armour, bounce my bouncy ball, eat my cake - where am I going with this? Never mind. The point is, I don't feel good about blogging right now, so I'm taking a bit of a break. Mars, my apparently evil sister, will take over for a little while until I can't stay away any longer. I haven't actually told her that she's taking over, but I'm sure she'll be thrilled. Maybe.