“I had such plans,” I thought to myself. “That’s all for naught, now.”

This is the truth, as I am aware of it at this very moment. I had just plugged in my iPod, chosing to listen to the “Hip Hop” playlist, when I took out the ‘ol laptop to check my e-mail. And I actually found some when I arrived in the oft-neglected inbox. A song sent to me by a boy who once made out with my sister in a cornfield. Yes, yes, there’s more to tell, but for the moment that’s where it needs to relax.

Two years ago my house burned down. This morning I shaved entirely a few places I had only meant to trim. And I accomplished this by taking the day off from work. Yes, I didn’t go to school today. But I went to the doctor and the hair salon.

Henry Miller once wrote, “We are all alone here, and we are dead.” Perhaps, I say, perhaps…