It's July 7th and I'm Back to Being Dependent!

I've been away for a long holiday weekend, so I fully expected to come back to a plethora of needy comments from you people. You know, the standard, "where are you," "hope you're having a good few days off," and my favorite, "come back soon or I'll kill myself." But was my inbox overflowing with bloggy love today? Noooooo. Obviously I need you all more than you need me.

With that being the case, I'm sure you won't mind if I have nothing new for you right now. I've had a busy four days. It's been kind of hard to focus on writing, what with being both the guest of honor at Tom Cruise's birthday party and a character witness in Christie Brinkley's custody case, then having a fling with A-Rod, choreographing the American Idol tour, and finally scrubbing in to deliver Nicole Kidman's baby, which popped out just in time for me to make my flight back to NYC. Don't ask how I found time during the weekend to take in the lovely Pittsburgh fireworks display or make an appearance at a family graduation party. I'm just a machine. A machine who runs on coke and Red Bull! Just kidding. I never touch Red Bull.