april fool.

well, almost. there are a few days left of this merry month, but i've got a head start on everyone else.

see, i seem to have gone above and beyond the call of stupid, and assumed the role of march fool as well. congratulate or pity me - whichever you feel is more appropriate. either might apply.

it's been a strange little four-week medley of a month - full of foibles and follies and funny and pretty much no filler. oh, and a whole lot of that other f-word. as in: 'f, did i really just send that text?' or 'f, did i really just lose my voice?' or, 'f, did that really just happen?' or 'f have i really been here for 6 months?'

the answers to all of these f-tions, is, of course,

yes, yes, yes, and yes!

and do i regret any of it?

no, no, no and no...ish.

i mean, what is regret, really, but sitting around and mentally kicking yourself in the head (ass, and teeth) all day about things that you can't go back and change? sounds a bit snoozy.

after all,

what's a technological slip up in the grand scheme of things (flings/everythings)? what's one week without a voice in a life full of yapping? what's an amusing hiccup in a friendship's smooth talking? and finally, what's 6 quick months when i have years for absorbing?

exactly. april fools, march. i'm the one laughing now.