It's like sometime in August or September, I left my body and have been living on Planet Stress Case for the past three months. First, it was stress about not having a job and running out of money. Then, once I got a job, it became Holly Hunter stress (in Broadcast News). Job or no job, it's all boils down to me setting a timer for five minutes while I can cry like an eight-year-old.

However, somehow, over the past few weeks, I've been waking up to the fact that even though I'm living semi-large with via compulsive purchases that make sales people love me, on many levels, I'm living a life of not-so-quiet desperation (I whine a lot on my Facebook status).

It all comes down to loving and caring for the struggling stems and embers of my blog (and all the mixed metaphors that go with it).

Just for today, I recommit to my blog.