I have barely written a word in weeks. Wait, this is not quite true… before I got a hideous summer cold last week, I had begun work on an extensive analysis of my years as a self-help ghostwriter and their complicated legacy in my life to this day. And then I got sick, and then I went and bought some new pants at the mall, so my energy for a clever turn of phrase has been thrown out with the bathwater. I now lack energy and bathwater, but I found a great pair of khakis at Banana Republic, and if I turn my head at just the right angle, I can even get my sinuses to drain a little bit. Who said life isn’t good?

In other news, there is information I have that I wish I didn’t and information I need that seems as if will never come. There are things I’m assuming that may either bring me, or hold me back from, vast success depending upon whether I’ve discovered an unfortunate cosmic truth or an ass has been made of u and me. I need to work out, and there is stuff I need to work out, and there is stuff that is not working out.

Stay tuned.