It is a beautiful day and here I am, stuck inside at work. Blah. It was supposed to rain and be thunderstormy (not a word, I just made that one up) but nothing yet. I would feel so much better about being here right now if the weather was crappy. Matches my mood.

Looks like my friend June in Boston has found herself a man. See, I told you I need to move to Boston. Sigh, that's not the problem. I know, I know. The sooner I deal with this the better I'll feel. I have this amazing talent for not facing my problems. That's why I work so much and get myself involved in too many activities. Keeps me from sitting at home thinking about what's wrong. At least I recognize I do that now. I'm working on it. Bob and I are probably going to go yard saling Saturday. I hope I can find the right words to bring this whole twisted problem up. Let me rephrase that, my whole twisted problem up. On the up side I'm still in touch with at least two of the guys (not the same two from Saturday, although Mike did email me) from Match. Doug and Chris. Chris said he would still like to go out for dinner sometime and Doug and I have just been talking. It's so easy to pour your problems out to a stranger.

Now why would a professional journalist say something like this. The Boston Globe was right to reprimand him. I've seen writers at my own paper get in trouble for less. Mr. Ryan needs to learn to think before he talks. Scary. Can you believe we are back into another presidential election season again? God I don't think I can handle four more years of W. Even more scary are some of the potential candidates coming out of the woodwork for the Democrats. Watching the whole thing unfold is the fun part.

Last thing then I need to go get my lunch, what is wrong with kids today?! A brawl at a Powder Puff football game?! Get out of here. We had hazing when I played high school field hockey. I'll admit it, but nothing like this. Just some harmless fun with shaving cream, crackers and chocolate sauce. Nothing like to the extent of what happened in Chicago. I weep for the future.