Pixie Dust

I dont' seem to be able to type a title for this post. Which is perhaps a good thing, all things considered.

I thought that I was ok with being single - particularly when I listen to some of the stories that married/attached friends tell. But it has occured to me that I think I should go out on a date or two to save my sanity. And what has made me question my sanity you ask? I was re-filing photographs at work and found myself thinking "Gee, Forget is a bit of a fox, isn't he?".

Great, the guys been dead how long? 102 years? Yeah, I need to get out more.