Metaphorically speaking, that is.

Many of you have emailed pink to express your frustration about visiting here and seeing the same old post. I haven't forgotten about you. I've just been, as my old boss V.S. used to say, "up to my asshole in alligators" and something has to give.

I think it's because deep down I feel kind of a guilty pleasure, shameful almost, about spending time blogging. It's just such a total waste of time, time which invariably could be put to better use. It's so self-indulgent. It feels good but doesn't get you much further.

Kind of like masturbating for the third time in one hour.