Just plain need to do something new. Eleanor Roosevelt said that to live well, one should try to do something that scares you every single day. I don’t have the time or stomach to watch Oprah, (who is indeed a scary lady; did you see how she savaged poor, lying James Frey?) so this is it. Putting thoughts out there into the wide blue yonder with all the ridicule and scorn that is likely to be heaped right back on me for doing it, will be my daily scary thing. Bear in mind I am a bipolar bear though and may just not be equal to it some days. This will be my discipline and my tool; my rope to climb back up the well on these days. Expect a soggier form of crap than usual then. Sorry.