Sex and what city?

I have been awake for hours already, and its only 930. I woke to the sounds of birds, for some reason, at 5am ... much too early to be awake on a rainy Sunday morning! But there I was, wide awake and nothing to do. As much as I'd like to say I found something to do ... I didn't. What I wanted to do was get up and write, but I had this strange fear, or was it dread?, of what I might write about at that ungodly hour of a weekend. So instead, I did something that could be construed as worse!?! ---- I vegged out for the past four hours on episodes of "Sex and the City".

Ok, ok, my Prof would tell me that TV is bad for the psyche. But I couldn't seem to help myself. At times, I'm drawn to the character Carrie, who incorporates her writing into the show with cliche'd lines like "Are we 34 going on 13?" (The episode concludes that we aren't, but that its not a bad idea to have a few 13 yr old moments in our grownup lives). "Can you ever really escape your past?" ; "Are we getting wiser or just older?" ; "Is there such a thing as relationship karma?" Yeah, when it comes down to it, pointless pondering questions without real answers. But I think the appeal of the whole thing is how women are built: We like to question and analyze and figure out all the in's & out's. Not that I understand why. It just seems to be necessary to our psyche.

I guess it doesn't really matter; we go through relationships, through life, and even if or when it turns out bad, hopefully we learn something along the way that we can apply to whatever comes our way next.

Isn't it amazing how much more rational our thoughts are in the light of day as opposed to the dark early morning hours? *grin* I probably should have just gotten up and written, gone back to bed and actually slept again. I might have been better off!

HUGS to everyone!