Not that you should care, but there are a few things I would write about if work was not so insanely busy with no end in sight:
The joys of cats after benadryl.
My friend whom zyban anti-smoking drug has failed, and the awkwardness of knowing he is sneaking smokes.
The art crawl on queen street west.
the second season of ali g on dvd
apples. royal gala apples.
Thinking about personal blogs where the writing is for you but not FOR you, and ways to tell the difference between the private and public voices/personas.
How wretched it is to be short-staffed.
Red wine-induced belligerence.
My friend who got groped by a famous director who is still a great director, but french in the worst way.
and probably, but not definitely some shred of insight into current events.
