I don’t dare to speculate on the implications of some things.

Like the question “have you slept with her?”  Particularly when followed by the reply of “not yet.”

Or the fact that, for now at least, my most bitter enemy is one of my better friends.  Whatever the case, I’m keeping him close.  Mr. Whitekeys, tou dree lieltva, tou dree dratzva.  I think you could say the same.  (I don’t know who I am anymore, and I’m hoping you could tell me.)

As seems fairly normal at this stage in the game, I’m having some amount of difficulty dragging more than a few coherent words out of my mind and onto paper at any given time.  I’m reasonably certain that this is the most I’ve written in weeks (except, perhaps, for the odd shopping list).  Wild horses may be required fairly soon.