OK, So I have something to confess to you. As you all know, I have many, many, neuroses. Like I tell people " I have more issues than National Geographic." Among them, my being uncomfortable among most men, my inability to ask for help in a store, my obsession with the mail.

Anyway one that I would like to share is the fact that I am afraid that I am terribly unintelligent, and that none of you all really like me all that well. I don't know why this is, but I just do. I fear that there are a myriad of random reasons as to why you keep me around, one of them not being my stellar intellect.

Well, anyway, that's that.

Well... I suppose....

P.S. Now I worry that you all will think this is just a petty plea for you all to comment and validate my actual being. It's not., I swear. Just a sort a piece information for you all to file away in your mind, to pull out at a later date when you wonder why I act oddly. If you care to know my other hang-ups, just ask. We can talk for days and days about them.