This is just in case some of you thought I'd gotten bored or hit over the head with a board, or arrested for manufacturing P in my garage.

I've been pretty tired and exhausted lately. My kids have had the usual winter's-over-so-let's-get-sick-again bugs, which meant they weren't sleeping, which meant we weren't sleeping and then they both decided to start getting up an hour early, which meant we were all sleeping even less.

This week we have had a lot of people staying with us.

It was my daughter's fourth birthday party today.

We still have people staying with us.

My wife also managed to accidentally sever the cable my dialup ass requires to get onto this internet thing.

I've also been up and down and emotional of late, which is as dumb and gay as Metallica going into group therapy, so I'm going to laugh again, even if it kills me.

So what I'm trying to say is, I'm still here.

I still like beer.

Hopefully normality will resume with haste.

Even though my normal is your abnormal. But I like it that way.