Eau de Granny

I've got nothin' for you tonight, folks. Nothing.

My only point of inspiration (if that's what you want to call it) came while at work today. I walked past an older woman, and noticed that she smelled like, well, old woman. Why is it that when a woman turns a certain age, I guess about 60 to 65, she begins to smell like an old woman? Do they sell a perfume called "old woman"? You know the smell...powdery and cloyingly floral...and of mothballs.

Truth-be-told, I'm perplexed tonight concerning matters of the heart. I'm moving forward through my uncertainty, albeit blindly. I'm standing in the middle of a seesaw, balancing two opposite reactions carefully, desperately trying to find some middle ground. Do I merely exist with passivity, or do I go out with passion? Do I choose to wait, or do I move? Fight or flight? I just don't know.