Much hooha is made about how Americans never take enough vacation. . . here’s why, you have to come back from vacation. We take vacations to get away from it all and to relax, but things are like 39 times more spazzier and stressful upon our return. That’s some kind of messed up.

I have a new Web project I’m working on, not for work but for pleasure. It’s a collaborative site with NBFB and Ray Doughty, jr. I call him that because when I met him on Saturday, I was knocked out by his resemblance to both my most-adored friend Ray and Mike “We’re STILL on a break” Doughty. Ray Doughty, jr. is so cute I wanted to bite him.

This new project is good and will be fun. I need more creative diversions in my life, especially right now. The problem is, however, that I don’t want to do anything but work on that.

Also, because I’ve got some sort of brain damage, I signed up to present another short story to class. This one’s due on November 30th. And, since the story “Hey Lady” that I just handed in is so bad, I’m just gonna rework something I wrote 100 years ago called “Imaginary Boyfriend.” I feel like I have to prove to my class that I’m not totally stupid and actually just a wee bit slow.