Mom told me the other night that I should wait until I'm sixty before I commit to anyone. I'm beginning to think seventy-five is a safer age. When did I grow up? All of a sudden I feel so old, making big decisions about my life. I'd like to go back to choosing which book to read during my free afternoons.

So I'm looking at my previous posts... all I see is "Chris, Chris, Chris Chris Chris...." Gag. I've become one of those.

I bought a "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" day-by-day calendar and I'm hating it. I'd like a quote calendar, with the rip of pages, so I can collect quotes, not stupid sayings about stress. Anyone?

So, I have homework to be getting to. I'm not liking this blogging stuff anyway. What happened to all of the deep posts I used to have? This blog sucks.

ARG.