Longest Month Eva

Seemingly August 2007 has been the longest month in history. Every time I look at the calendar, I expect it to be September, yet it remains August. I imagine that DC in August is a lot like purgatory--uncomfortably hot, sticky and void of the normal passage of time. I know that I haven't written in awhile, and the following will hopefully explain why.

First of all, I was out of work for three weeks for summer vacation. I choose to spend the time consulting at my old job. It was fine, but ungodly boring. I really have nothing to say about that portion of my summer, and thus am not sure why I'm mentioning it at all.

Moving along. Second, because it was summer vacation, the Friend of a Friend was out of town for awhile on business. His absence cost me most of my usual blogging fodder. He did, however, manage to leave most of his wardrobe on my bedroom floor. One night while he was away, I came to distressing conclusion in a Chipotle bathroom: I was pregnant.

As evident by my drinking half a bottle of rum and smoking half a pack of cigarettes tonight, I did not choose to continue with the incubation. No one should ever hear that their conception was discovered in the bathroom of a fast food restaurant. Whether I did the right thing or not, I'll never be completely certain, but it was it is. No matter how slowly time appears to be moving, it will indeed move and this too shall pass.

I know that I usually write about funny things here, or at the very least, less serious topics. I'm sorry to put such a downer on my blog, but I needed to explain why I wasn't updating. Moreover, this situation was directly caused by my sexual escapades, which is what this blog has always been about. If you've stuck with me this long, as least enjoy this exchange with the Friend of a Friend:

FoaF: So how long is the recovery for this?
Me: I should be physically fine in two weeks.
FoaF: So...ummm...
Me: Yes?
FoaF: When can we have sex again?
Me: ...

Some things never change. Eva.