Well then. I was feeling a bit dramatic on Monday, wasn't I? I actually shouldn't put that in past tense, as I'm definitely still out-of-sorts, but I haven't spontaneously started crying in close to 15 hours now, so let's call that progress, shall we?
Truthfully, it's more than just the "sucky hell of August" (as Liz said) or "the summer malaise" (as Nancypearlwannabe dubbed it). I can name a few very real and [I think] logical sources for the current funk; I just don't want to get into them here right now.
So the blog hiatus (bliatus, if you will) is still in effect, but meanwhile, I had to share this: proof that it's not just me (or, just me, Liz, and NPW). August is to blame! Down with August, we say!
I love a convenient but intangible scapegoat, don't you?