I've not been blogging the past few days out of fear that it would just be bad. I haven't really had anything to say. Last week was overwhelmingly defined by sadness and pain. From the national news to the international news to those people all around me, it seemed like everything I heard was unbearably sad. So it made me go inward instead of wanting to be open with my thoughts, which was probably not a bad thing. Even now I'm struggling with what to share, so I think it's best that I keep it close to the vest. Maybe things will lighten up a bit soon.

I have gotten serious amusement from the whole Sheryl Crow one-square-of-toilet-paper-per-bathroom-visit-will-save-the-planet thing. (Which, by the way, she claims was written as a joke. That's probably true, but when it coincides so beautifully with the rest of her message, it's kind of hard to tell.) It was funny to begin with, but then to hear about Rosie O'Donnell's comments on The View, I actually laughed out loud at something Rosie said for its hilarity rather than its absurdity for the first time in years. It was totally unexpected. I'd link you there, but I just don't have the energy. Google is a beautiful thing.

So, good night for now. Hope to be back soon. After all, in the words of my favorite heroine, tomorrow is... another day.