I've been spending a lot of quality time with myself and I'm worried that it's starting to make me strange. I'm becoming one of those overly-friendly types that plague coffee shops and talk the ear off of retail clerks. It's the less dramatic version of becoming a bag lady. The lost coffee-shop lady who sits in the corner and who everyone avoids for fear that she'll start grilling them about their lives...

I mean, it's not that bad right now...but what if this is just the beginning?!

Just for today, I can look at my compulsive chattiness.