Well. Deep Subject for Shallow Minds.

When I was younger (and cuter), I used to say, "Well," all the time. It was a nervous habit, a verbal twitch of sorts. This led my friends to eventually say, "Well, hell, Mel," which was uproariously funny (okay, mildly amusing) to us. I'd unthinkingly fill in blanks in conversation with "well," and the rhyming would begin. (My brother always said--without fail--"that's a deep subject for shallow minds.")

I also found myself saying too often, "I'm so tired," especially in my sleep-deprived college days. I didn't really notice it until people began to mock me. To this day, I can't say, "I'm so tired," without being hyper-aware of that phrase.

Well.

I'm so tired.

But I wanted to thank everyone who added themselves to my Frapper map. As of tonight today, there are one hundred and seven fourteen of you. I only wish I could email you each personally to thank you for your comments and for de-lurking long enough to give a shout-out. (And I would have, except that Frapper didn't include a space for email addresses.) As a former pen-pal, I have to say that having so many distant friends warms my heart.

Sometimes I have nothing more to say than "well," and "I'm so tired," but I think of you all staring at your computer screen and I feel this tremendous sense of responsibility to say something. Anything. Preferably something funny and self-disclosing, but not too intimate because what if I ran into you in the grocery store and things were completely awkward because of some far-out (but not groovy) personal confession I'd made?

Well. I'm so tired. So tonight, how about you share something instead? Do you realize the most comments I ever received were in response to my question about ironing blue jeans? How about breaking that record tonight?

Confess your sins. Showcase your talents. Leave a link and we'll all traipse over and check out your blog and we promise not to leave fingerprints or break glasses.

Speak. One hundred and seven fourteen people await your comments.