Plath de Sylvia tuvo un horno más grande

Okay, after my last journal entry, it seems that some folks wonder if this perky little puppy has lost her spots. No. I promise you. I've still got my sense of humor.

I'm having to dig down deep but I see it glimmering down there somewhere at the bottom of the well. After I get tired of wallowing in my funk, I'll throw down a rope and everything will be shiny and happy again. At least that's what the pharmaceutical company said on the commercial....according to them, before I know it , I will be running in the sunshine (towards a bronze lover with high cheekbones and a cable knit sweater ) or kayaking with friends (even though I swim like a rock ). I'm going to hold them at their word. According to them, all I have to do is ask my doctor about their product. Who knew it could be that simple?

I thought I'd pop in and share a bit of spam email that was sent to my in-box. It was in one of those emails where it seems like someone took a stack of vocabulary flash cards and threw them up in the air and read them where they fell. It had a couple of paragraphs of mumbo jumbo and then this:

"Does it hurt to be invisible? she asked Precisely, returned her husband, dishing the soup; but it fits him for a great career when he becomes a man."

I don't know why, but I like that. A whole lot.