Oh, hello.
There's this thing called writing where one puts one's thoughts down either on paper or some sort of computerized device. It's vaguely familiar to me after months of, shall we say, introspection and privacy, but as I sit at my new writer's desk with my patron-saint-of-funny Julia Louis-Dreyfus candle lit for good juju I'm beginning to remember the feeling. That part where my fingertips seem to be connected directly to my brain (and what an interesting image that conjures) a
