Go-Go-Go

In times of packed schedule and overwhelm, the answer to "What's up?" needs a subtitle. Does it mean to relay the depth and breadth of seismic activity in one's sphere, detailing career strategems and pawns lifted and moved? Or is all that's wanted a chipper quip about how the night before last I dreamt I ate a hot lemon-glazed donut? There was a huge tower of such pastries, actually. When I awoke I didn't crave a single one. Oh, and then the whole bit in my waking life about climbing the ladder in Hollywood. Less frosting, more monologues.