I need a comment fix. I need it NOW!

Saying for the Day: I will start tomorrow. I really will. Don't you believe me?

--Does anybody out there know a twelve step program for comment addiction.

I know now that I am addicted.

I have all the signs.

If I don’t get at least two comments a day I begin to shake.

I get depressed.

I snap at people.

I can't sleep. I go over aandover the days entry to see what went wrong,

They say that you can’t begin to escape your addiction until you have hit bottom.

I have hit bottom.

I just spent over an hour visiting blogs and leaving comments in the hope that some of them will give me a comment in return.

How low can you sink?

I considered getting tattoo's because a nice lady, whose blog I read every day, got lots of comments whem she got her's.

The only thing that saved me was the Tattoo's Are Us place in Crystal Falls closed some years ago. But the next time I get to the big city ?

My computer hating sister says I have to get a life.

I am afraid any day now she will launch an intervention.

My family and friends will sit around and tell me, one by one, how this is hurting me.

But its not just hurting me its hurting others.

I admonished my poor daughter for not leaving enough comments.

The poor girl has problems of her own.

This can not go on.

I need help.

Surely there must be a “Comments Anonymous” out there somewhere.

Tell me where and I’ll sign up.

I will. I will.

But not today. Today is leave a comment Monday.

Please give me one last fix before I start withdrawal.

Just do that one little thing and I promise to start tomorrow.

I promise.

Or maybe Wednesday.

Hey! Leave that comment.

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6850 Spins without a prize. Hapless is a bit depressed. Yesterday he lost at Canasta to his grand daughter who is only ten. This despite the fact that he hinted that it was a grand daughter's duty to let grandpa win. (Really he didn't hint he told her outright). He , the greatest Canasta player, in all of Iron County defeated by a ten year old. He can hardly stand the humiliation of it all. The poor guy has no luck at all,
Well Uncle Wiggly lovers if the granddaughter doesn't return and beat hapless again causing him to become so depressed he quits blogging we'll be back tomorrow with "As the World Spins".
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Betty got up early this morning and took the garbage out then went back to bed. When she got up we went over all our options and decided to put in a new furnace.
My sister and Betty's sister called. The rest of the day was too dull to report.
Tomorrow the next look at the romantic life of a twentieth century Lutheran Pastor. I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA