hiatus, of sorts

dear internet,

i miss you, too. don't you dare give up on me. blocks - of the writer's kind, among others - have kept me from this page for a wee while. but as ever, there is plenty to say, question, reveal. and i will, in very short order.

you could say i've been feeling a sort of affinity for this terribly inappropriate paula poundstone sentiment (for which no one should take offense, puh-leez):

i wish i had a degenerative disease; if i had a degenerative disease, my behaviour would be considered courageous.

- pamused