AND SO: I should write something here, but I don't have anything written out and so I am just aimlessly slapping words down here left, right, and center with no real thought, just slapping them puppies down and hoping that sooner or later I get an idea for something. Yes, I am in a dry spell here, one of those awful periods of time in which I have no ideas for essays and all I can think of is the eggplant parmigiana I will have for supper when I finally leave here at eight tonight. Cheese, as it is wont to do, brings up something I heard yesterday at the deli where I usually get my lunch; a woman called in and ordered the meatball parmigiana hero with cheese, thereby causing a moment of cognitive dissonance for everyone in the deli. But other than that, I don't have any fresh ideas at the moment, so my apologies for not posting and wasting your time; I'm sure you didn't come here to listen to me kvetch. Maybe tomorrow or the next day I'll have something.