I have a confession to make. This shouldn’t worry me since I have admitted it to other people and not had any problems. I just feel so self-conscious whenever I come out and say it. I have Internet friends.
There, I said it. I feel better now. I can go on feeling just as confident about myself as I did before I said it.
I can, right?
Sometimes people complain that our lawmakers pay too much attention to frivolous laws. I tend to agree. I saw something last weekend that requires immediate legislative action. Enough of worrying about healthcare and education and public safety.
We need to take care of dining etiquette.
As a writer and a parent, I think people should do everything in their power to encourage children to read. But I have had it up to here with this Harry Potter stuff. I have to say right off the bat that I have never read any of the Potter books. I have no doubt that adults can enjoy the books as much as youngsters, but I just don’t have that much interest in fantasy.
Besides, the insanity surrounding these things is just getting to be too much.
Most readers probably think that the life of a regular guy is filled with glamour. In a rare look into my world, here’s a brief diary of last weekend when Maria and Bridget left me to my own devices for 36 hours. Saturday
7 a.m. – Say goodbye from underneath the covers as they head off to my mother-in-law’s. 7:01 – Roll over to get more sleep.
7:05 – Realize I won’t fall back asleep and get up.