(MY ACHIN') BACK

No, I couldn't stay away. I'm sick like that.

So, what's new in my life, you ask? Absolutely nothing. Aside from the supposedly inoperable cancer I licked using Deepak Chopra's complete oeuvre, the writings of Dr. Wayne Dyer, several forms of homeopathic medicine, and lots and lots of good old fashioned prayer! And the heaviest slate of chemotherapy and radiation my HMO could afford. NO! Not really. I'm healthy as Ivanka Trump's poodle. Well, I have a back thing, otherwise known as a herniated disk, but I won't bore you with the details, aside from the fact that it's between L-4 and L-5, and it hurts to make sweet love to my woman.

Don't expect the often near daily, or at least semi-weekly, entries that were common with my last go at bloggerness. If it's one thing I'm not, it's a blogaholic. I'll put an entry in when I've exhausted every other conceivable method of spending my time, and I have something to write that either makes me laugh or pisses me off. Or I have a link to something strange and/or silly. You know, like 1.2 million other bloggers. I'm nothing if not unoriginal.

How do I know Ivanka Trump even has a poodle? What, do I hang with her at the Tower? This and many other secrets will be revealed in upcoming entries.