In a word, things have been really quite heavy in the land of the Supregenius. However, I am happy to report that at least for me things have gotten infintely better.

There are stories I would like to tell you, darling ones. Stories that thrill, titillate, and intrigue. They are not my stories. Even disguised by nicknames, I do not think my friends would like to see their personal tragedies spread across iwilldare.com should they ever decide to read it.

Even though I was on the periphery of the drama, it was all-consuming. My mind would spin and spin inventing consequences and scenarios. It reminded me of the trumped-up drama we would concoct in college because we had nothing better to do.

But now when lawyers and children are invovled in such things, it’s not as fun. In fact it kind of smacks you in the face with your own grown-up-edness. Or at least the grown-up-ed-ness of your friends. I think the rule goes that if your friends are grown up, you are grown up by proxy.

But like I said, things are lightening up which is good. Soon, we’ll return you to your regularly scheduled program which involves me writing about how I need to purchase new underthings, my growing dependence on coffee, and obsessing about a story that is due on April 5th (a mere 15 days away).

What you say? But Jodi you just handed in a short story, how can you have another one due in only FIFTEEN DAYS? I blame the Vodo. Sometimes he will give you that beseeching look and you can’t say no. The look really does beseech and then it kicks you in the stomach while you are trying to resist.

Of course, I faired much better then Kelly who has to bring in a brand new story on Thursday.

Sucker.