I don’t know what possessed me to buy twenty dollars worth of cookies, although i suspect my body was dangerously short on sugar and somehow twisted my brain’s arm when i turned the corner into the snack aisle. The bags are just sitting in the middle of my room, now, still more than a housecat’s weight in cookies despite eating them for breakfast and dinner.

Walking to the recording studio earlier that day a ladybug alit on my guitar case and stubbornly clung there for nearly a mile until it flitted off into the midst of a pickup football game that seemed to involve three separate teams using two balls to cross a field in perpendicular directions. Later that day i lent a hand to writing a perfectly respectable R&B song, and i would like to sell it to a former member of Destiny’s Child, as i don’t have any use for it.

Just in case you really needed a reason for my prolonged absence, i just got two perfect scores on two consecutive term papers. In fact, i suspect that has little or no correlation to my avoidance of personal publishing and, if anything, made writing the papers even more challenging. Otherwise, I’ve listened to Scarlet’s Walk about four times more than you read my last post about it. That’s about it.