You, my dear reader, by now may have gotten the impression that I am helplessly addicted. Yes, I suppose it’s true.

Has my exact psychosis ever been defined or named? Surely E.A. Poe dealt with this condition, but truly your forgiveness I implore. It is an odd compulsivity, that of a habitual, chronic writer, but it is something that the afflicted must do!

Am I reduced to a writing junkie ?.. Something like the guy who loves to hear himself talk , or the guy who must push the pen whether or not there is anything to write? Is that what I’m doing right now ? Lord, let it not be!

If nothing else, dear reader, do tune in tomorrow when fate will have delivered a basketball score between Rutgers and Illinois. Then there’ll be something to write about.