A Failure Of A Human Being

I wrote two posts for today, both of which I have trashed. Trashed. Because…this is a horrible thing I’m about to admit, and I hope you don’t hate me after this, but…I find that it’s no fun to make fun of people any longer.

Wait, that came out wrong. It’s LOTS of fun to make fun of people, but then I start getting twingy with regret later. Like, oh, Zooey Deschanel has feelings too. And I actually like her now! (Not the formal shorts, though.)

I even found myself empathizing with Jonathan Franzen after reading this article.

I just don’t know who I am anymore. Someone who understands multiple perspectives? The next thing I know, I’m going to be complimenting Gwyneth Paltrow’s recipe for a BLT as ingenious.

Hopefully I’ll find something ridiculous to write about for tomorrow. Until then, I’m quite fond of this article I wrote on holiday cards (psst, it’s not really about holiday cards), and oh, also, my book is 99 cents today on Kindle.