I like you, Betty.

Oh yeah, I have this thing!

I’m sorry, it’s been a weird couple of months.

Half the people I was reading disappeared, I turned 30, my grandmother died, and then it was the holidays and there was travel, and then work picked up into what our bosses laughingly call “our busy season,” and the rest of us call “hell on earth” because there’s no word that can describe just how busy it is.

Also, I have this problem with memory. At 2pm, I’ll think of the greatest idea to write about, something hilarious that I can weave into a great tale, and then two hours later when I sit in front of the computer to type it, I’ll have absolutely no recollection of what it was. Even if I wrack my brain, walk myself backwards through the day, nothing.

And I’ve never even smoked pot! Dammit.

I’m going to make an effort to carry around a notebook so I can write the hilarity down. Maybe my brain just needs a kickstart, since I haven’t actually used it in so long…