It's Not Funny
Forgive my long absence, fellow bloggers. I had a personal matter which needed to be sorted out that I won't discuss because it's extremely embarrassing.
...all right, all right. I was arrested. Apparently, I had been impersonating myself as, legally, I was still dead.
So I suppose the secret's out--L is alive and well (for the most part, anyway, I had some awful cheesecake last night). Not that it was hard to deduce that I was living and breathing from the fact that someone was penning--er, typing--this journal, but there could be any number of impostors with similar such catalogues of their day to day affairs, so I forgive the FBI for seizing me in the middle of an important case (and without my shirt on, I might add, but that's a story for another time).
That said, I'm going into hiding for a while, reverting to how I used to be before the Kira case. I'll post as often as I can, but I'm not so certain how tennis or baking requests are going to work until further notice.
...all right, all right. I was arrested. Apparently, I had been impersonating myself as, legally, I was still dead.
So I suppose the secret's out--L is alive and well (for the most part, anyway, I had some awful cheesecake last night). Not that it was hard to deduce that I was living and breathing from the fact that someone was penning--er, typing--this journal, but there could be any number of impostors with similar such catalogues of their day to day affairs, so I forgive the FBI for seizing me in the middle of an important case (and without my shirt on, I might add, but that's a story for another time).
That said, I'm going into hiding for a while, reverting to how I used to be before the Kira case. I'll post as often as I can, but I'm not so certain how tennis or baking requests are going to work until further notice.