Just because I haven't written in a while, doesn't mean I have nothing to say. I have lots to say. Always. It's just that when I'm most inspired to blog, I'm laying in bed at three o'clock in the morning and my brain is fighting sleep. In fact I made up a poem last night about my boyfriends hands. He truly would of been flattered by my love poem, except I was on the verge of falling asleep and cant remember how it went. I do remember dreaming about baseball, though.