Once in a blue moon, I'll become ensnared by the oncoming traffic of life and be forced to cancel this project or that project. I don't like it, but it does happen. For example, I was hoping to have a review of 1985's Girls School Screamers posted by, like, now. Clearly, it didn't come to pass. Do you want reasons or excuses? I have both, but in all probability, you're not too concerned. You might enjoy my little write-ups, but you don't see the occasional gaffe as the end of the world. Neither do I, although I'm harder on myself than is necessary. NOTE TO SELF: The world is absolutely ending.
It has gotten to the point where I schedule "offseasons" whenever I feel the stress of writing grip its constricting grip around my throat. I feel a break coming on. Just letting you know. I won't actually take a break without letting you know beforehand, so cool your jets. As for my targeted terminus, I want to finish my Cannibal Corpse discography review ahead of the sabbatical. Hmm, what's the right word for it? A respite of sorts, stationed betwixt a coffee break and a maternity leave...I mean, I'm not your mother, but I need my caffeine, you dig?
PS-Screamers is a sleepy slasher that doesn't make a lick of sense. Apart from the stylish prologue, it's not worth ferreting out.
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