I promised Kristina

That I would explain my existential dilemma. So, without getting too personal here goes:

Are we really all alone? Or are we all in this together? I mean, whats the point if we're not.

Is it meaningful that I was listening to Bob Dylan the other day and then turned on the radio and he was the first thing I heard? I mean, how often does Dylan get played on the radio? Is it just a coincidence? Is anything a coincidence? And, if it is meaningful, what does it mean?

Am I hindered by my own potential, or am I hindered by my lack of potential?

Is ambition a dirty word?

Am I too old to keep believing in my dreams? Should I let it go and face the reality of a real job and drudgery? Or should I try harder to pursue those old dreams?

Will I ever finish school? What does someone do with a history degree anyway?

Why have I been obsessed with moving to LA recently? What does that mean, if anything?

Too many questions. None of them have answers.

This is what I do when I sit and stare into space. Either that or I am doing a word puzzle in my head, because, you know, I'm a geek.

Tomorrow is Thursday. That means Calliente and a new crossword!

Post Script: As I sat on the couch with my husband this afternoon watching "Star Trek: The Next Generation" and "The X Files" I realized that I am the epitome of nerd love. Cass and I both agreed that Counselor Troi is beautiful. OMG. Stop me now.

I am not into cosplay, however. Thats weird.