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I'm all by myself this weekend, and the apartment yawns cavernously. (How's that for a terrible sentence?) Thus, I will blog a little, despite the fact that I know less people read on the weekends; my readership drops by 25 percent on Saturday and Sunday. Why is that? I think you're all just using me to pass the workday, and then, come the weekend, you're like, "Screw Spikol. I have garage sales to attend."
But if you're around this weekend, I'll B there 4 U, as Prince would say.
Liz Spikol is senior contributing editor of Philadelphia Weekly. She writes the award-winning column The Trouble With Spikol, which began as a chronicle of her struggle with mental illness, and has since expanded into humorous musings on everything from graphic novels to how to use a mop. She also writes the paper's book review column, Lit Gloss. This blog -- named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 by PsychCentral -- is about mental illness policy, news, personal journeys and more.