My fiancee is back in Bosnia for the time being visiting family, which has left me home alone with plenty of time to write and reflect on my life in general.  I’m loving the time to escape, but last night I was combing through my refrigerator at around midnight and had the startling realization that I was poor, aspiring author and this is my refrigerator.  It kind of puts things in perspective.  Let me know if anyone else out there feels my pain!