McFly....

So... here's the deal.  I have conversations with myself all day long about the most random things.  (I rarely argue with myself, and have only once had to give myself the silent treatment (do I sound like Bob Dole?) but, I decided I needed an outlet- and that is what this shall be! (shazam!)


I am not politically minded, I don't watch TV or read the newspaper, I listen to NPR- but mainly because its the only station I get in my house (which maybe doesn't even count, because I tend to turn it off during the pledge drive which means I'm a sucky listener anyway) and I tend to have strong opinions (opinions is the nice way of saying short-tempered) on everything- whether they are informed opinions or not.  So, where does that put me?  here I suppose- alone again thinking I have something to say.


So, although I am again inside my own head, I feel better strangely typing down my thoughts.  A journal you say!, they sell those in stores and you can tuck them under your bed and keep your private thoughts private...I have found that:

• as it turns out I'm a better typer- my handwriting would make Sister Claire cry (again...)
•  journals are lovely, and for lovely words.  And who ever feels like journaling when they are thinking lovely thoughts?
•  there is no 3, but a list just doesn't seem like a list with only 2 reasons.

So, that's my story.  This should be a middle of the nighter for sure (or when NPR is asking me for money....)