Hello my darling lovely blog reader[s], it's been a while, non?

Oui.

I know it, and I feel guilt, which then makes me resentful, which then causes me to procrastinate writing a blog entry, which then exacerbates my feelings of guilt until the whole roiling mess gives me an ulcer and an eye twitch.

La la.

Cereal, this blog writing business has been getting to me and I contemplated just stopping the whole effing thing, for reals. I don't want to whine, but dudes, it's hard out there for a blog writer...On a regular basis my life is pretty durn dull and coming up with something even remotely interesting to write about is tricky.

To give you an example, today my day will go like this: Tea in bed thanks to Andyroo. Bowl of bran flakes in front of the computer. Check email; surf interwebs at jezebel.com, gofugyourself.com, zefrank.com, various blogs. Sigh hugely and open the Word document containing my thesis; wait 45 minutes while the stupid thing loads because it's now 420 pages and my advisor still thinks it's a bit on the THIN side [cukoo]. Decide I have to deep condition my hair and do an exfoliating mask IMEDIETLY as a means of avoiding looking at the thesis. Wonder why I can never spell "immediately" without looking it up in the dictionary. Talk myself out of the beauty treatments. Look at thesis. Change 10 sentences then realise it's nearly 10 o'clock and if the mailman arrives with a package (as he often does because I live with a man who is addicted to the online purchase of ties, waistcoats and mouldy books) I will have to either go down to get it in my fleece PJs and slippers or race around the apartment getting dressed in frantic frenzy while promising him via the intercom buzzer thing that "je descends tout suite." Shower. Change 10 more sentences. Sigh. Make lunch. Tuna sandwich. Change 15 more sentences. Wait for people in Canada to wake up. Go to the gym. Run on the treadmill. Go to the grocery store, pleased that my post-gym-red-face, sweat-stink and jogging pants (considered in Belgium to be no better than wearing a dung-encrusted potato sac in public) are terrifying the little old ladies who usually crash into me, thus allowing me to shop in peace. Come home. Shower (Oh wait, that can't be right... I have a firm policy of one shower-- or less -- a day... please ignore the earlier mention of showering). More thesis. MSN. Phone calls. Blah blah blah...

Sorry, even I was finding that recital boring and totally lost my momentum. Anyway, you can see that I generally don't lead a very interesting life or have very many interesting things to report, which can make blog writing awfully tricky.

Also, now that I've sort of got a handle on living in Belgium I can no longer write *fascinating* entries on going to the grocery store or watching men pee outside my window. The material is drying up is what I'm saying... Although apparently I can still churn up a few hundred words of self-indulgent, self-reflexive whining about how hard it is to write about anything, so that's good I guess...

Anyhoots, I'm not going to kill the blog yet because I do have some funny stories about 1. Our trip home to Canada and 2. Our recent trip to Morocco. I will post those, and photos at some point soon. Also, who knows, other interesting things, people, urinating men, may cross my path in which case I will definitely keep you updated.

Toodle pip my lovely (ies)