"Where have you been, oh Quin? For what doxy, what harlot have you forsaken me?" You ask, and rightly so. For I have been gone far longer than either you or I expected.
But return I have, for I have found a voice (of sorts) again, and need a journal such as this to make use of it. Perhaps it is because I have begun to learn again- to put this brain back into the mode for which it was intended. Nigh on a year of decaying linguistic skills... Nearly a year with a mind slowly shutting itself down. I hope never again.
Heed the warning. Engage your mind in some challenging diversions. The power of thought is not something I wish to lose!
So what am I to do here, other than brush away the dust and cobwebs (or at least arrange them in a more pleasing fashion)? Why, I shall rant. I shall make a mockery of the English language. And I shall post such writings that I would not dare place elsewhere. For elsewhere I am most cowardly...