Stalker.

I'm going to tell you about this embarrassing habit I have.
It's stalking.
I am a stalker.
Sometimes when I'm reading your blogs or your whatever that you write on, I take things you say to heart.  It might be a book you read that you declare beautiful or inspiring or hysterical and I feel like I must have it in my possession immediately.  It might be something you baked, a place you went, the softest pajama pants you've ever owned, a song that moved you.  If there's something about you I like or admire, I become interested in things/people/music/food that interests you.  I could just say you inspire me but basically, I'm just a stalker.  When we went on vacation in Portland & San Francisco I had lists of places some of my favorite bloggers had been and I was so excited to go there myself. 

Have been feeling a bit fragile at work lately but inside that feels like weakness and that feels like a flaw and on the outside this feels like hot needles of rage.  I think my heart is generally pretty soft (sometimes downright mushy - like out of season tomatoes) but sometimes at work, my patients make me want to pinch their faces off.  I have sympathy and empathy for illness and pain and homesickness but sometimes when you're a patient in the hospital you act like an unexcusable asshole.  If you only knew how much I'm trying to be great.