It was a warm feeling of joy that welcomed me home. I'm glad she wasn't as freaked out as I thought she was. It almost seems to be a ritual for me. I boot up my system and as I launch my e-mail client to check for messages, I am going through the journal sites that I have bookmarked in my web browser, checking for updates. Recently, almost all of my must reads have not posted.
Blogs are silent and online journals lay in wait for the next big event to be recorded.
I wait impatiently for the page to load hoping for an update. Finding none, I hit the reload button in a pathetic show of desperation for some new revelations to entertain me. I can t pinpoint the exact reason why it has become yet another thing for me to be obsessed with. I guess that s just my nature. When I become interested in something, it is usually verging upon maniacal.