...I'd like to say that some of my absence over the last few months can be accounted for by me reading some great novels, working on my own writing, curing cancer, solving world hunger, catching up on five years of sleep deprivation.
But the truth is, I've just been busy.
On June 7 (the exact date), an old friend said, "Oh, you liked House of Cards? You should watch Dexter next." So, since June 7 that's pretty much all I've done. Watched eight seasons of a television show. It's not something I'm proud of. I watched the last episode last night and I'm left with this feeling of, "Now what?" And kind of feeling like my best friend (Michael Hall) broke up with me. And googling, "Will Dexter come back?" But I am looking forward to sleeping tonight.