Tepid Tap

What's been going on?

Not a whole lot.

I have cornered this annoying little block in my brain

and forced it to identify itself.

And it has! I now know why I haven't written Anything, lately.

Back in the old days, I'm talkin' 2002-2007/8,

I used to write in code. That sounds sort of dumb, and believe me,

you're not wrong, but that's the way I used to do it

in order to prevent anyone's feelings from being hurt.

Nothing kills my creative boner

like too many eyes asking too many questions.

"Is this about me?" "Is that girl supposed to be me?"

"Why haven't you written about me?" "Am I in there anywhere?"

Criminey. It's nice to be read, but golly.

So!

I sense the return of Captain Brit-Tany.

Captain Brit-Tany was lost in the desert

while General B. Nanny marched her men into battle.

Do you see where I'm going with this?

I hope not.

Anyways, if you're reading this, 

I thank you for your dedication to checking up on me.

You're like my very own Dead Man Alarm :) 

Thank you.