rumors of my demise, etc.
Geez, go a morning without posting and everyone thinks your're lying in a gutter somewhere, drunk and babbling incoherently.
I'm writing something long and depressing. Maybe just morose, not depressing. Or maybe just thoughtful.
I'm not dead and I'm not drunk. Yet. It is Friday however.
So stop sending me emails asking if I need bail money. I'll be right with you.