I'm not dead, though some days I feel like it.
I didn't throw in the towel and tell the world to piss up a rope, either (though again, some days...).
April 7th of this year, my 65-year old Dad had a "moderately severe" stroke. He didn't die, but ended up partially paralyzed; in rehab. "Two to three months" became four; became six; became "mid-December, hopefully".
Since he hasn't been married since '95, and my younger brother is still a worthless sack of pothead shit, it fell to me: eldest son, power of attorney, executor or the will, et cetera to take on everything. Running his life, and mine, occasionally sleeping and eating, and putting in the time to keep myself from becoming single again has pretty much killed my free time.
When I do drag ass home anywhere between 2030 and 0100 every night, I'm too worn out to do much. I still game, of course (have to do something to stave off burnout of not having a day off in eight months); still trawl imageboards and forums; even steal a few hours to mod here and there... it's just that few hours to dedicate to throwing together a post that seem to elude me.
That said, I've been meaning to post for literally months; and tonight I'm in more than a bit of pain from moving a bookshelf/desk combo that I really should have unloaded first, and don't seem to have anything better to do.
Probably lost all six of my readers at this point, but what the hell.
I'll be trying to throw together a few posts in the next few days -- show off and talk a bit about all the neato stuff I've done in the last... wow, last post was in September '13? That's lazy, even for me...