I have been absent for quite a long while from this gallery. It's been well over half a year, in fact. I ask that you forgive me for both this long interval and for the postponement of further works. I am not very willing to talk at length on the matter, but my health has had much to do with how I've had to conduct my life these past months. (And I use the word "conduct" in a more passive form than I suppose is true to its definition, as I've hardly had the strength, and beyond that, consciousness, to leave my bed.) Still, I am here now, out of the hands of doctors and well-wishers. I intend to stay.
Do you smell something rotten? That's me. I feel so rotten. There is no way that I'll be able to rekindle a friendship (that only I saw) when I'm running off and returning late. Cripes. I'm a worse friend than I am husband.
Please forgive me and my rottenness.
PS: And I always thought it was nearly impossible to smell oneself. You know, when you've been basking in it so long... nevermind.
I daresay he's slightly unavailable... alright, he's VERY unavailable, as of now. Quite busy, actually. However, you may always chat with me while you wait.
:: Purring laugh. :: What an adorable cover-up, Mr. Wilde. I've never known you to really mind over your figure. He's mine, you know. Aubrey. And that's just a friendly reminder.
Quite alright, I should think you're far more fun when you're in a "biting" mood than not. I'll keep it in mind to provoke you quite often so as to get a good show. ;D
My dearest Aubrey, I regret to inform you that I have retired early for the evening. I have grown so sleepy so quickly. And so sick, so fast. I ate something unpleasant earlier (it still looked okay, although, the date on the package claimed it was CLEARLY past its prime).
Well, I feel rather silly now, having only just read this. Here I was, getting so angry all this time, thinking that you had forgotten. It's really a pity, too, for only four minutes separated us, between your departure and my arrival.