The last week and a half have been like an uncreatively written sitcom. Sometimes you open a fortune cookie and it tells you to call people far away and tell them your news. Sometimes you're in an elevator in Vegas listening to a woman describe her epidural moment by moment. Sometimes you scarf two bowls of cereal and you're still hungry.
This post may or may not be regarding the last few posts, and I reserve the right to be cryptic for a while longer.
I should go back to bed now that I've had a nice midnight snack and the growl has gone away for the time being.