How I'm Doing

For the last several months, I stopped corresponding with my friends. It's not that I didn't want to keep in touch with them. There, just, wasn't anything exciting going on in my life to tell. In the last couple of weeks, my friends have been sending me e-mail messages asking how I'm doing. I thought my answer was pretty amusing:

Me? I live the never-ending monotony, of meeting the demands of every day life, that slowly squelches what's left of my ambition to write the great American novel and win the Nobel prize in literature or at the very least settle for the Pulitzer.