Confessions-You Don't Have to Say You Love Me

I am going to share something that is really personal with my (subscribed) readers, I don't want this to appear on my facebook page because I have to associate with those people in real life and I don't want them to know.

All my life, at least since I discovered EA Poe (in second grade!), I have wanted to be a writer;  the kind of writer whose words on paper will make the reader's blood run cold in terror.  I started a new blog for that kind of content.  There will be no witty, carefully structured commentary on popular culture or delightful anecdotes about my personal growth as I strive towards acceptance of my new life as a professional invalid.

I am calling that blog Samples, although I don't know why.  I hope that some of you will take a peek at it, although there isn't much there right now. This is a very personal anecdote I wrote for here, but didn't publish because of the personal nature of it; you may not want to read it.  If you do, it has plenty of warts and I am betting your thoughts would be very constructive.

Until then, this has been stuck in my head since last Thursday's 30 Rock.

Losing a Pet

Olivia, our black cat, got out of the house last night while I was asleep and got into a fight with another animal.  She walked into the house with a slight limp, but seemed fine otherwise.  She was much worse this morning and I carefully put her in her carrier to go to Best Friends Animal Hospital.