The "I am reading..." tab

...should be more along the lines of, "For Whom the Bell Tolls," by Ernest Hemingway, except not totally exactly true, as I am reading an average of four to five pages every two weeks, and the other night I went upstairs in my bedroom and got all comfortable on the bed for a minute with this mystery/suspense novel I'd randomly picked up from the bookshelf and I was like, "Huh, maybe I'll just take a peek," and then like 40 minutes later I'd read about 100 pages and, let's face it, I was gonna finish it before I'd return to Hemingway which, although magnificent, isn't what I'd call a "page turner," but I'm too ashamed to admit to you guys that I - an English major and once-total-nerd-as-far-as-literature-was-concerned - is having such a hard time finishing this one little (but not that little) book, so I'll just leave it up there until I do, thus making myself accountable to the whole entire online world.

Regarding hormones

J says I was like this last time, but I swear I wasn't. Then again, my memory isn't great regarding this kind of stuff. Here are just a few of the things that have made me cry recently. It's sort of amazing - the rapidity with which I initially tear up out of nowhere - but beyond that I'm not ashamed. - That Folger's commercial, obviously. - The last page of the book "The Polar Express," which J read to me tonight, remarking, "this is the sad part." Come on, husband. - An episode of "House." I don't remember which one but I'm willing to bet someone was pretty sick.