Guilty Pleasures

It started off so innocently. Everyone was doing it. It was just a fun past time...now it has become an obsession spiraling out of control. Yes friends, I mean the daemon Baby Board. Sigh. I'm wondering if the anonymity of e-mail-esque posts and heavily hormonal women is really such a good idea. I'm coming to the conclusion it's not, but at this point I am addicted to the train wreck soap opera that is real life. Perhaps if I had TV I could wean myself off the Board by watching something awful on VH1 or MTV.

Oh well. At least none of them can really track me down, but lord help me if they find this blog!

I'm feeling very icky today as well...tired, queasy stomach and sore swollen mouth. Hard to tell what's baby and what's cold. Sigh. Nothing to do but wait it out. It probably makes my patience thin, though. I want to only whine about myself, and not read some other persons whine. Whine whine.

OK...I'm going to end this before I alienate even myself.