I was going to blog earlier and then I turned on the television and heard the song "Born to Handjive" and thought, "when my childhood beckons I must heed the call." Yes, the movie, "Grease," in all it's cheezy glory occupied the last hour of my life (and boy do I still get a high off "We Go Together.")

Anyway, I am recovering from my break-up by burying myself in self-help books and technical labels that reduce human relationships into neat little packages with bows on top. (Is anything good for you anymore? I guess watching Grease can't hurt anybody. No, wait, that's my TV addiction!) Am I a co-addict? A co-dependent? A co-avoidance-addict-co-dependent-enabler/addict? I don't know. But it is sure keeping me busy. One things for certian...and that is that I have not read every self-help book known to man...yet.

Just for today, I prefer the movie "Grease" over self-help books.