All right.  I admit it.  I’m no-one’s puppy, but I’ve been blog frapping.  Perhaps even blog overfrapping.

It’s coming across as desperate.

Even my friends are mentioning it.

One just called.

She said:  “Erin, I want you to stop.  You’re becoming like Carrie Bradshaw chasing Big.   It’s too much, and it’s really very sad.”

Yeah, right.

A Big blog who never leaves any comments… who never emails… who’s more like a weak stream than a river of traffic.

I’m hurt.

No, devastated.

I need some distance, to re-evaluate our relationship.

How did it ever get to this?

And why do I keep posting?

Why do I keep whining about how Blog the Piddler doesn’t appreciate me?

I can’t take this right now.   I’m having a meltdown.

That’s it.

Time to blow this pop stand for a bit.

I think I’ll turn down the lights in the living room, light a candle, uncork a bottle of wine, and listen to Joni Mitchell sing “don’t it always seem to go/That you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone” all evening.

See you when I see you, Blog.

Sniff.

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