While I was gone I could not write to save my life. There I was, with a tongue that makes Hattori Hanzo swords look like butter knives. I can't say I know what it's like to have a blank canvas and no ideas, but a blank piece of paper and a full pen can sometimes even more menacing. There are times when I just want to set my notebooks on fire. And I have so many, dating back to elementary school. Sometimes what I write sounds so trite that I just want to get rid of it.

Define irony: the fact that since I started some new meds, I have to take my glasses off in order to read anything.

I have to take my glasses off if I want to read anything. Like Clark Kent: I was born a super hero and take my refuge in the every day things in life. Define irony again: Having to take drugs to stop you from taking drugs. Love is a freakin' mess most of the time. No matter how hard I try to not think about this one person, they pop up in the back of my mind.

Yesterday's Wake and Diner Coffee make me want to cry. As I told the first male nurse at Lourdes while he was taking some blood, "I don't know what I have to do to get them to understand that I love them"..   Especially one person. I'm not miserable with him. I get miserable without him. But he's too young and not ready for the huge commitment of deciding to step in as my daughter's father figure. That's perfectly alright: I wouldn't have rushed into that sort of situation either.

But Witness is the perfect backdrop for this new story!