While I'm waiting for Major League Baseball box scores to come in, I thought I'd update you all on the goings on in my little corner of the world. Not that anyone really reads this thing or anything. I only know of two people who might still look at it and even then I'm not sure they still check it out.

Had a tremendously horrible thought tonight. I've been on this whole thing about writing full-time, but what if I'm really not that good at it? I mean, what if they're just letting me do this because no one else wants to and I'm it? God, I am in such a self esteem down spiral right now it isn't even funny. Stupid thing is, I should be up considering the change in my appearance. Room mate Marti, friend Bob and I were sitting around talking last night, reading Marti's astrology books for kicks and it turns out that according to my sign (Sagittarius) I'm defensive. I never thought of myself as that way but hey, it could happen. Bob just laughed and told me I'm VERY defensive. Anyone else have any thoughts?

The situation with the 'rents keeps getting weirder. Now my Dad is back out at the apartment in the west end of town, not with the other woman and he is also on some kind of anti-depressant. Even better, was the question I was asked last week before I left for Nags Head, do I want to go down to Durham to visit the relatives down there over Labor Day weekend. Huh? Does anyone else see anything wrong with this? I was kind of unnerved by the whole thing. I mean, what the hell is going on here?! Ugh. I give up. I need to move far, far, far away from here. Then maybe I won't get the weird phone calls.

Nags Head was fun. It was nice seeing people I haven't been around in a long time. I miss all of those guys, especially Mindy. She is a good friend. I definitely want to get out to Chicago next year to visit. Anyway, the weather was perfect, hot but with the cool water, felt good. I actually got a tan. No lie! Not bad for a blonde white girl who usually turns a nice shade of red when she steps outside. Lots of hotties, especially at the Brew Thru. I need to move down south. The guys are so much more polite and I love that accent.

Not much else is happening. Should call my friend Erin in Boston, her b-day is Friday. Hmmm, have to remember to get her a card. Someone else's is coming up soon too...can't remember who's. I probably missed someone's is more like it. Unless I write that stuff down, there's no way I'm going to remember. A hazard of getting older I guess. Sooo, if you're reading this and I missed your birthday, I'm sorry! Please forgive me and I promise to remember next year.

Off to do more baseball boxes. Woo-hoo.

Goodnight.