I freely admit to being a horrible blogger. I’m only writing this now because I’m taking a break from cleaning my hideously dirty apartment so my married friends who are coming into town this weekend don’t shriek in horror when they see how the other half–the only half–lives. It’s bad enough that I recently just noticed I don’t have spare bedding and have had to tell them to bring some sleeping bags. Oh–and only just realized the contents of my refrigerator consist entirely of Michelob Ultra, Brita-filtered water, salad dressing and cheese.

I am living right. Or at least, like a struggling writer.

Today, I went to work. I ate a veggie works burrito from Del Taco. And it rained.

Must return to scrubbing my shower, now.