Wow!  So over the last three weeks or so, I've started so many posts that somehow never got posted.  One was about the Hardy Boys and was titled "Hardy, Har, Har."  I slay me!  But then somehow, all these brillig things I had to say, mostly about what I've been reading, have fallen by the proverbial wayside.  But today, I'm going to make myself post something, anything.  Only, I don't really have all that much to say, or maybe I'm feeling uncharacteristically guarded.  I wish I could post pics of all the groovy (or some might say old-lady) craft projects I've been working on, but my crafting life has been stalled recently, as I feel like I work all the time.  Oh, and keeping up with TV does seem to suck up a significant amount of my life.  The really icky thing about lately is I've not really been writing, not the way that I need to to be healthy.  And I know this about myself.  I need to journal to process things, feelings, whatever.  I need to write, or else. . . Maybe later I talk about the "or else."  But I haven't been writing lately, and I'm suffering.  So this post is going nowhere, fast. 

One final thought.  A couple months ago (and C. thought this would be a good idea too!) I started a list of men with whom I'm in love but who, for whatever reason, cannot love me back.  I should note that I use the term "in love" loosely, flippantly.  At the time, I thought that if I could look at their commonalities, I could discover something about my ideal mate.  The biggest commonality is that they can't love me.  Of course, many of them are fictional characters--this is an ongoing issue with me.  But I'm really trying to figure this out--what does it mean that I'm always "in love" with men who are unavailable for one reason or another?