Well, since I'm still awake, let me pose this question:

If there was one book, movie, song, image, etc. that a stranger could read, see, listen to in order to gain some sort of fundamental understanding of who you are as a person, what would it be?

I used to feel that that object for me was George Orwell's "Keep the Aspidistra Flying." I'm not sure I would assert that with the same amount of conviction today. But, maybe if I could just add a bit of Proustian nostalgaic melancholy to Orwell's novel, it would still provide significant insight into my psyche.

You know, on second thought, maybe drinking an iced latte at midnight isn't such a good idea.

And so why am I not writing here lately? Well, I seem to have three fundamental preoccupations, none of which I think makes for good blogging. Let's examine them:

• Work:
Apparently, when things start going well, that means it's time to change everything.

• Doctor Who:
I can't even watch the show since it's not available anywhere in the U.S. and yet I'm thoroughly obsessed. I've had to resist the urge to post the words "Bad Wolf" here.

• Sex:
Which I have about as much access to as the new Doctor Who series.

So, I'll try to work on something to blog on besides those narrow topics.