The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Well, I did. It was nothing very exciting back then. I was lonely and living in Alabama, which is enough to make anyone depressive, and I was working too hard (I have been professionally lazy since) and I didn't have my darthrami. I had sordid encounters with the she-demon that is my mother, and I had casual sex in exchange for air-conditioning. I was writing more, but I tend to think I write more when I'm in a terrible mood and only writing to stave off that sharp urge to eat people's blubber.

And that's that.

It's better now.