So . . . I've been piddling about with a bunch of disjointed ideas; writing for the sake of writing, living for the sake of living (is there a distinction?). Maybe eventually I'll post the whole big entry, and give you all a frightful insight into the workings of my mind.
But not now.
Instead, I'll tell you that I am reading Inkheart, and that I just ate one of the most phenomenal desserts in the world:
Caramelized cashews, fresh strawberries, and melty vanilla ice cream.
Makes me giddy.