Yeah, right!

Because I have changed my webbery (new word for "blog") title, I was thinking I should probably change my URL as well. Well, I'll tell you peasants when and if I do that so stop you're moaning! You have your fiefs!

Anyway, let me tell you about a bit of research I did for other webberies entitled "Imaginary Lines." There is a site with the same title but the URL theimaginarylines.webberyspot.com. Something like this was to be expected, but what was not to be expected was how remarkably similar our lives are! Here is her (oh, we're different genders, but otherwise alike) webbery's heading:

"Raising my son, waiting for the new baby, and trying to be happily married, all while maintaining a healthy sense of self. Yeah, right."

Ha! Yeah, right, indeed! My sense of self is usually so wasted that I DO think I have a son. (His name is Edgar, and he's a purple unicorn.) If only my sense of self were healthy, I could spend less time at the drugstore and more time at the front step waiting for the postman to deliver the new baby. Am I right or what, other Imaginary Lines person?!

Oh, and just listen to how similar our July 26th entries were:

Her: "I woke up today in PAIN, it hurts to roll over or stand up. This leads me to believe that the baby is in my pelvis now, that he has completely dropped. Maybe all that cleaning helped him along, but man does it ever hurt.

I also had an episode of bloody-show today, which may or may not mean that real labor is imminent. With Thomas I had this the evening before I went into labor at 2 AM. So keep your fingers crossed."

Me: "I woke up today in PAIN! It hurts to do anything, especially traffick drugs! This leads me to believe that the swallowed condom is in my pelvis now, that it's completely dropped. But man does it hurt!

I also watched an episode of "Bloody Show" today. It was hilarious! Bloody hilarious! Which may or may not mean that I'm going to buy the DVD. The last time I watched "Bloody Show" was the same evening I passed the last condom of coke. So keep your fingers crossed!"

Note: This entry is now ending. The reading and imitating of this other woman's entries have made me physically sick, as well as disgusted with my own writing capacities. I'm going to watch "Bloody Show." Good night.