It's just me. Again.

I find myself drifting into mindless puzzles when my brain needs to rest. Or when I simply want to shut it down. Too many hours are wasted on my hand-held devices playing solitaire and tetris-like games where bubbles or jewels line up and disappear. I escape in a sea of colors and popping sounds as strategically placed diamonds are lined up and cleared. My husband looks over in the middle of our Saturday night movie and declares that I have a problem. I nod in agreement; I can't beat my high score from yesterday. His comment prompts me to focus on the movie and leave my phone alone. We don't watch many movies lately. This one is particularly chick-flickish and cute. My eyes well up with tears at the predictable happy ending. I love happy endings; neatly packaged and wrapped in bubble gum and lollipops. I wish it all ended that way. I don't know anyone who wishes otherwise. But the "otherwise" is where I find most of our stories; narratives we never planned

I’ve blogged about my life for the greater part of 8 years and I’ve been stalking you for longer. If you’ve recently texted me that you have a new boyfriend, you better believe I’ve googled the hell out of his name, hometown, and work place. Good news: he’s legit. I feel more socially connected to friends that live 750 miles away than I do my own neighbors. I use the internet for about 90% of all the information I receive in a day; weather, local events (if you consider a city 50 miles east of me “local”), world news, entertainment, research, education, and celebrity “happenings”. My friendships are maintained through facebook, twitter, foursquare, and text messages. Rarely do I spend more than an hour a week talking on the phone with my closest friends or family. I might actually see a friend in real life twice a month. Maybe. I have a Droid cell phone, a Droid tablet, a Windows laptop, a Windows desktop, DirecTV, and a wii. With the exception of sleeping, showering, and eatin