BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I've been kind of missing in action but every time I'd sit down to write a post, I'd just SIT there and stare at the screen or I'd start to write SOMETHING and then my train of thought would pull out of the station and I'd be all, "I'm trying to think but nothing's happening!" and I kind of also got a little "why bother when I've got 3 readers and no comments" and aren't *I* feeling sorry for myself?

I've also been rather busy doing stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Different stuff.

I transformed my old fountain into a swell planter.

Before:

After:

And because I have a brown thumb when it comes to gardening, I've already killed the geraniums although the impatiens are still clinging to life.  Watering helps, I've found.

Let's see, what else.  I worked an Aid Station at the San Diego 100 Mile Endurance Run:

Which was crazy, let me tell you.
 
I've been selling my library of books and making a couple of bucks.  And weeping when I thought about the HUNDREDS of books I've given away over the last few years.


Which leads me to the title of this post.


Have you ever discovered an author and thought that they were the absolute shizz?  


You read their blog and follow them on Twitter and Facebook and then with each subsequent book, all but one of them memoirs, you start liking them a little bit less and less and then one day you realize that the smell is off the rose and that not only are they NOT all that funny, they're not someone you'd even want to be friends with in real life and you have absolutely NOTHING in common with them and everything they write lately just ANNOYS the ever-loving CRAP out of you and you really get the urge to SMACK them and that is when you realize that It's Over.


Oh, and SPEAKING of Breaking Up, who here is shocked and/or surprised that Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are getting a divorce? 


Anyone?


Anyone?


Yeah, didn't think so.