I realized I am three entries late. It's not that I haven't been meeting new people or writing about them. I have. I promise. I just haven't had the time to go online. So for the readers who've missed reading my entry, the end of waiting has come.

hahahahaha. that was me fooling myself that I've increased my readership.

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