I got an email today questioning my existence, which is a new one. I mean, I question my own existence all the time, but I don’t think anyone’s ever done it for me. I guess in the wake of Kaycee Nicole and Plain Layne, we poor blogger chicks were bound to come under heightened suspicion. I’m tempted to describe it as something like an Orange Alert for the blogosphere, but then I’d have to use the word blogosphere. And then I’d have to kill myself.

So, I guess this is where I’m supposed to explain why I can’t possibly be a hoax-person, but I think all I’ll say is that if I were to make me up, I wouldn’t make myself need so much sleep. Seriously. Also, I would have written less embarrassing archives.