I've been shamed into posting a new entry. Suffice it to say, Michele's guilt and CF's constant, "alright already with the Barbie entry!" have spurred me back into writing.

It's not as if I don't have plenty to write about....my trips to DC, my new PAYING job at the Bad Ass Boy's Home, the Po-Po Prom, the ups and downs with the boyfriend, etc. But I had wanted to write individual entries for each and I had wanted to write well.

But every time I sit down to write, I hit a brick wall. I've got so much "stuff" fluttering through my mind, I can't seem to concentrate enough to write a cohesive and comprehensible entry. And as lovely and understanding and in CF's case, as whip cracking, as my friends are, there are some things I just can't see around to write. And my friends, ESPECIALLY CF, will groan and screech and get pissy, which is why I've kept it to myself.

But I know they care and I know that's why they give me grief. And I promise...I'll be back to normal, or a reasonable facsimile thereof...soon. I hope.