Hello everyone. This is your friendly author Kristin here. I wanted to let you all know that I have lost my mind. Here is an emoticon of me standing next to my disembodied head. I am thinking of using it as a soccer ball.
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Here is an emoticon of me bravely using my laser vision to vanquish a flying apple while balanced on a yoga ball. When you’ve lost your mind, you think it’s normal to do things like this.
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Ah, those were carefree days. Not like now. Here is an emoticon of me dead from too much work, in profile.
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Wait, she stirs!
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Again, she stirs!
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Is there hope?
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No.
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There is no hope.
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Diagnosis: DEAD.
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So, this is what we’ve been reduced to on the blog. Here’s the deal: I am not actually dead. However, I don’t have a lot of time or energy right now for anything but the basics, so I might be taking a break from the blog for a couple of weeks. Unless, of course, my publisher contacts me to tell me that I cannot possibly leave this emoticon-death post up for weeks and weeks as the main page of my blog, frightening newcomers away. Newcomers: I swear I am a completely normal and fascinating person and you should read my books. Here is an emoticon of me successfully dodging the manure left behind by a short cow.
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Could a not-normal person do that? AND while wearing a fetching hat? Confident of your answer, I leave it to you to decide.
Anyway, this does tragically mean that I won’t be around on February 14 to celebrate Interplanetary Be Who You Are Day, as I have been wont to in the past. So I’ll just have to link you to to my past celebrations. Here is my original post about Interplanetary Be Who You Are Day. And here is my post from last year. I notice that Spike is still winning the “Whom Do You Love” poll, which is, incidentally, still open. Don’t let Valentine’s Day make you feel bad, people!
Well, I guess that’s it for today. Maybe I’ll close with an emoticon of Spike.
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(You would run, too, if you were a vampire being chased through a field of manure by a tiny crucifix.)