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In the immortal words of the Dragoon soldiers from Starcraft: "I have returned".

Wow, it doesn't seem like that long, but it has been over three months.  Three months.  That's one third of a baby, if you catch my drift.

I'd apologize, but we all expect it now.  It's like the tides.

Honestly, not very much has happened.  I've ran many miles these last three months.  I haven't logged the miles I've covered over the course of all this training, but there was a week near the end of March in which I did about 65 miles total.  So, my feet have slammed into the ground many times in an effort to propel the rest of the body great lengths.  Let's not forget legs either.  Thanks guys.

The race is tomorrow, April 15th, 2012 at 7am.  I can't tell you how excited I am to do it, which is why I also don't want it to happen tomorrow.  After all this hype, building myself up to accomplish this one dream, it'll all be over.  What then?  What's after this?  I feel this urge to continue to push the limits.  I've been tested this far; let see just how much more I can do.  But we'll consider this further at another time.  First, the marathon.

Our office moved.  I no longer have to combat downtown traffic and travel on foot a half mile from parking lot to office and then back again.  As a matter of fact, our new office is located on Eden Theological Seminary campus, which is directly across from Webster University in (you guessed it) Webster Groves.  I sometimes feel like I'm circling around my own life.  Around and around.

It's a nice place.  The commute is easier, and I don't have to pay for parking.  The new office is much smaller, which makes more sense since there's so few of us to begin with.  Other than that, work is work.  I do it a couple times a week and that's about it.  I did get to train a couple of our staff on this online database, Biblio.  That made me feel a little significant.

That's it.  Seriously.  My muse hopped a train out of town, so all I have for you is the bare bones.  No interesting anecdotes.

But come back sometime.  I might have more to share three months from now.

Peace.

To Be Honest, I Don't Know Who or What This Blog Is Avenging...

Well, if you're a very observant individual and take inventory of your surroundings, then you may have noticed the new title. Really, I don't know what sort of theme I'm going for here. If we go simply by the title, the blog centers around horror. It doesn't. I don't even know what I was getting at when I made the title, "Revenge of the Living Blog". Blob sort of sounded like Blog, so I went with the '50's B horror movie. If you came on here yesterday, you would've noticed (if you had your keen sense of observation then as well) that I drew a very, very, childish looking blob thing. With palm trees around it. It made complete sense at the time. So, really I'm trying to gather a sort of B movie horror theme. Why, I'm not sure. That's pretty much my reason for anything you ask me about my life.

"Mike, why do you like pancakes?"

"I'm not sure."

"Mike, why did you paint your toenails with sparkly blue nail polish over at Tabbatha's appartment that one time?"

"I'm not sure."

"Mike, why did you go to Webster University to get a degree in Creative Writing?"

"I'm not sure."

"Mike, why are you smashing your face in with a ball peen hammer?"

"Because my life is a sham...and I'm not entirely sure."

I really think we could end this post with that. I mean, what more needs to be said, other than that chest pain in my left pectoral has finally..."left". Haha, get it? Ah, such a wit Michael. Such a wit. Anyway, you can calm down. You can stop all of the fundrasing to save me. I think I'm going to do all right, and to prove it I'm going to raise a barn in my backyard.

"Why?"

"Ugh...I'm not sure."

And there's the start of my children's book, "I'm Not Sure". It's about little girl named Sage. Her entire life is devoted to one thing, and she's never really sure why. Nothing she does she is ever really sure of. And so on. That's all I got right now. Just made it up on the spot.

I'm done for today. Something lapped up my entire shallow puddle of creativity somewhere along the way. Sometime when I had my back turned. I don't remember turning my back on my creativity, but I am vulnerable to distraction. It's my only weakness. But sally forth readers. Tomorrow is a new day.