This is where I'm supposed to wax philosophic, pretend that I don't spend my days chained to the keyboard, drinking lime diet coke, and singing along with my beloved cache of mp3s -- and yes, I do have a cover of "When Doves Cry" by the Bare Naked Ladies, why do you ask?

What do I do?

I write.

Every day.

Rain, shine, nosebleed. No matter what.

I play with the voices in my head and then subject them on others.

Is there a better job on earth?

Besides Rock Star or underwater welder, anyway...