I was nearing the first fortni-- ahem.
I was awake for nearly two weeks solid. This time was well spent, and, contrary to what you must have assumed, was not due to insomnia. You see, I often retreat to my archives to recount the history of this land. Phantasmagoria has a rich heritage; many an escapade has graced the pages of my countless opera, as it is my duty to maintain the records of each notable journey.

(Oh dear. Forgive me, I refer to the pluralization of opus, not musicals typically concluded by divas of considerable girth.)