…for not updating. I blame the curse of World of Warcraft. A friend of mine bought a copy of it for his kids, and I warned him that if he started playing he’d become addicted. Little did I know that I would too. I keep asking myself why I’m playing but I also keep logging in every night to level my night elf druid. Sad, sad, sad.

So, over the past few months, a routine has developed. Work during the week- the usual administrative slog of creating and teaching classes, minding the quartermaster duties, background checks- then make the hour commute home, find something for dinner, and log in to WoW. Weekends I end up over at the friend’s house mentioned earlier to either go hunting, paint guns, or- you guessed it- log in to WoW. Lather, rinse, repeat. Although I did get promoted to Lieutenant at work- same job, but butterbars and a slight pay raise.

The modeling bug as bitten again, and I purchased a new airbrush and compressor. Unfortunately, the writing bug hasn’t bitten again, so no progress on the novel.

Oh, and I sold the Mustang. I didn’t want to, but I’ve had it three years and only put 15,000 miles on it. I went for stretches of a month at a time without starting it. By contrast, I’ve got 12,000 miles on the bike in a year. Why sit on a chunk of money that’s depreciating every year without driving it?