I know I sounded a certain way because when I had breakfast with my breakfast buddies from the Options Exchange and one of them had a clerk who liked M. Night, my friend Danny said I didn’t sound any more elitist after a year of college, but just the same. When I started blogging, I didn’t intend to get an MFA in writing. Internet is talk, ephemeral. Writing is written, not ephemeral. If I come across a piece of fiction online, I bookmark it at best. If I come across a piece of nonfiction, I’ll read it. I assume the nonfiction is going to ask less of my brain. Not just when I’m sick either.