Work is currently trying to eat my face off like one of those newly hatched fetuses from the Alien movies. Okay, so maybe that isn’t entirely accurate. I guess it’s more like a gremlin. Work is normally all cute and we have a good time together, but lately I just haven’t been in the mood, so I keep shoving it under the sofa and it has morphed into something that you can’t even fathom could emerge from something so sweet and enjoyable and it is now running around trying to attack me. But I don’t like to place blame, we are where we are, no matter how we ended up here, so let’s just try to focus on the problem at hand, shall we?

Annnd, speaking of dirty little secrets, some how I got sucked into that stupid Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight series. Again, I don’t want to point fingers, Ann, but someone gave the first book to me for my birthday. By Sunday, I had finished it and was left completely unsatisfied and wanting more. I mean, the writing is okay, it’s certainly no classic, and the plot line is completely unrealistic and the author uses chagrin on every other page. Not to mention all the unresolved issues that I just couldn’t let go. But I’m completely at a lost as to the reason. Why can’t I let these characters go? So Monday morning I stole out wearing dark sun glasses and hoodie, least I be recognized and called a ‘closet girlie girl’ again, (no I haven’t let that go yet Jeff, sleep well.) and bought the second book in the series. Now come closer for this part, I don’t want anyone else to know. To my complete embarrassment, I finished it that day. Again, I have no idea why, it was more of the first. So figuring somehow the third must tie it all together and explain everything, I went online, (refusing to be sucked into that all day reading thing yet again), and read the plot synopsis of the third. Nope no better. Now it’s two days later and I’m fighting with myself to resist buying the last book any way. All I can figure is that the publishing company must be lacing the pages with heroin. Yes, that’s definitely it. At least that’s the story that makes me the most comfortable with this whole situation, so we’ll just have to go with that.

So if you need me, I’ll be the girl with the Alien stuck to her face, shoving Eclipse down her pants, but let’s not talk about this any more, okay?

I’m so glad I can trust you guys.