What the What?

People have been asking me, " Why haven't you been blogging? What in the world could've happened to prevent you from sharing your profound thoughts with us and the World wide Interweb?"

It is time for me to come clean- I have been afflicted with a serious illness.

One that has enabled me to shirk my closest companions- PC and Blackberry.
One that  is rivaled only by blindness, amputation or spontaneous combustion.
I first noticed there was a problem when I started to leave my compter and blackberry turned off. It was like I stopped breathing, my heart stopped beating- and I didnt care! What type of bug could make me apathetic to breating and circulation?
I thought that it would pass and I could keep going with my life, until the symptoms got worse. Blurry vision, facial spasms- around the mouth area, swirly stomach. The physical ailments didnt bother me too much until I started to notice that I no longer had the capacity for wit and avarice. I had been struck dumb; as if I had been lobotomized during a brown out a piece of my brain had been removed, now I was scared.
I finally decided to go to the Dr. and she confirmed it. I was afflicted by a life changing, mind altering, spirit shifting malady.
 Love.
At first I was in total denial. How could this happen to me? I'm a good girl, I used protection. However I have learned that a heart shaped box is only about 99.9% effective. Leave it to me to fall into the sliver of failure.
My precautionary measures were rendered even more ineffective by the mutant of a man I had encountered. Here are the signs to let you know if you should turn and run away lest you become victim to this indiscriminate malady.
1. The man you find is real, like flesh and blood. He is not based on a t.v. show or a book. You can actually touch him and your friends can see him.
2. The man says he likes you and thinks your pretty without the aid of head trauma or psychotropic/ hallucenopgenic drugs.
3. People start looking at you like your not crazy because now your laughing with some one, not just by yourself.
Apparently there is no cure for this cluster fuck of mojo. No cream, pill, injection, or transplant. However I've been told that I can live a relatively normal life if I vigilantly take my medicine every day for the rest of my life. If daily doses of dick and apple pie will get me back to normal- then I have hope. I believe that I will be well again. One day at a time. Pray for me.