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Right now, I'm drinking some chardonnay, watching the Daily Show, avoiding vacuuming the apartment, contemplating where life is headed at this very moment; unsure, scared, hopeful and gloomy. Taking the good with the bad. Thinking perhaps that one of these days I'll sit down and write that novel- not the Great Amerikan, but the subversive short. It wouldn't be sold in airports, but smokey coffee houses in New York City. Maybe. Maybe someday.