Man, everything's making me cry tonight

And it's a hormone thing, not a sadness thing, so I guess that's cool.

Today's been one of those days where I worked and worked and nothing got done. It's a source of endless fascination, the way the press works.

I miss my daddy. I mean, I talked to him today, but I haven't seen him since December and I need my Daddy time. *nods* I ought to see if he'll meet me in Hillsboro for lunch one day. The older I get, the more I realize that I have a lot of him in me - and sometimes I need him to tell me I'm on the right track. He's all about the bottom line and, if I'm wrong, he tells me.

He's also my go-to guy on basic business philosophy, basic horsesense answers, and just when I need to be a daddy's girl.

He's learned to play racquetball and he's getting certified to scuba dive. *grins*

I do have the cutest daddy in the history of daddies, you know.

I need to clean my house, man. It's filthy.

I probably ought to go to bed, too, huh?