Do you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?

Hey team,
Sorry its been so long since I've posted. Although seeing as how its my blog I guess I really don't have all that much to be sorry for, but I'm weak willed and I care about you so I'm sorry. Take it or leave it.
The main reason for the delay in-between posts hasn't been for lack of interesting happenings over here and Andrewonia, rather quite the opposite. Lightening,it would seems, has been hitting paydirt lately as far as I'm concerned. So I guess this post is dedicated to lightning's recent increased accuracy. Way to go lightening! Feel free to respond with any of the good things you've done, readers, and perhaps we can start a "shout out" post. Of course lightening will take precedent over whatever crap you've done, but if I were you I wouldn't complain much about lightening. It's a fickle hellcat. (note:lightening is interpreted to mean my luck with women, thus, we are assuming today IS opposite day).
The main reason for my extended absence is that it has been a real tribulation time academically. Leaving me little to no time to post, probably someone with a better grip on thier time skill could have squeezed it in, but since chaos seems to be the cup I usually drink from I would rather not spit the wine back now. It's been good for so long.
Today though,marks some well deserved R and R time for me. Which (Annie get your gun) means MORE POSTS! Which is what the public wants so its what I'll give 'em. I'm a Libra.
The sincere lack of pressure after being in the proverbial "cooker," for the last two weeks has been somewhat odd, a sensation I was not anticipating. I would liken it, at least from where I'm sitting, to carrying something heavy on your back for a long time and then, once its removed, knowing that you COULD be doing so much more, and, somewhere in the annals of you brain, longing for the weight again. Because it was so hard, so excoriating, it gave you purpose. Not unlike Moriarty after he looses Sherlock, after a while the struggle defines you, and without it you can't help but feel a little empty, but I guess that's why God invented the "Wonder Years."
Here I am then, feeling a little lost with my new recreation time, and although I know it to be ridiculously transient I'm glad it's eating dinner at my house tonight even if it is just one night. It's the one night stands with happiness that I love the best. The thrill of finding something and the agony of losing it stand as the ying and yang in the human experience and I believe I love them the same. Some might call that masochistic, but I call it enjoying the popsicle and then after its gone, enjoying the sensation of knowing I ate a popsicle.
I hope all is good with you as I draw to a close,and I truly hope that you enjoy your next meal. Because it might be your last, 'cuz I'm creepin on you muthafuckka. Watch your back.

Be real.