A Lot Excited About a Little Comment or That New Comment Smell

I got a comment! I got a bonafide comment by a person who is not related to me and who has no ulterior motives-- I can't spread dirty secrets about him, I haven't known him since brownies and he's not trying to spare himself the effort of being on suicide watch. I have absolutely no idea how he found my blog. But he said he would check back. That's a positive sign... right? A few of my very supportive friends left comments, too-- they sent them to my email. Still, I appreciate it. Especially since I'm still figuring this whole blog thing out-- I didn't know about the whole enabling anyone to leave a comment feature, giving titles, doing links (...still don't know about that actually). I'm beginning to realize this whole operation is pretty fancy. Did I tell you the part about a stranger leaving a comment? And a cute stranger at that? (By the way, this is something that has been pointed out by a few of my friends-- so I'm not a total freak. I'm just spreading the love. I hope this doesn't scare him away. He's also very professional looking).

If you think I'm a lot excited about a little-- you may be right. But I've kind of come to peace with that aspect of my personality. It's like when my car got totaled last year on the way home from my friend's wedding shower. You try taking the bus to and from work in a uniform at 36 years old, when the bus you're transferring to doesn't show up and it's 10pm and you finally have a shot at a date but it's not the type you want because he's chasing you down La Brea. Suddenly, you're so excited to be in a car, you don't care about the guy who has road rage who's trying to beat your rental car with a baseball bat. You're just happy to control where you're going... or not-- going that is. (Incidentally, the little road rage thing did happen to me and a cop watched the entire thing-- without doing a thing-- he said he thought it was a domestic dispute and that's why he didn't want to get involved. Also incidentally, because I was shaking so much after the fact and was so shocked that he didn't do anything to help me, he wouldn't let me drive my car because he said it wasn't safe-- again, another story for another day).

All that said, that's all I'm saying for tonight. I do, however, have big plans to make "the milk" worth your time. And if it seems sad, so what? It makes me happy. And you know, what? Lexapro could never do that for me-- even if it was only 10mg. And I'm a firm believer that you should get what you pay for (Writer's Guild really did have the best health insurance... sigh. Which makes me sound old... bigger sigh). So here you are. With something for nothing. So at the end of the day, at the very least, I promise you that!