My first flap!

This is my first flap.

I am obsessed with the news. I can't sleep. I am up all hours watching deliciously liberally biased (aka the truth) news shows and surfing and reading and posting and I can't stop my head from shaking from side to side... I think I may be developing a twitch! I hate coming to work because I want to spend the day following the news, motivated in part by fear and in part because I am so incredulous that I need constant feeds to confirm that this is all really happening. Perhaps this is why I post so many articles, and check my facebook for posts and comments from friends. I need confirmation from the outside world, beyond my day to day environment, that yes, it is really happening and I am not the only one who is paying attention.

My addiction is becoming too big for facebook. I need a wider audience (even if no audience needs me). A facebook friend and former student, bless his heart (a very big and beautiful heart at that), suggested I blog.

So I am blogging, or flapping. I am calling it lauraflaps because apparently that is what I do. I flap. According to my brother Jonathan (the psychologist) and my cousin, Katherine (the writer), I am a flapper from a family of flappers. I mention their professions only to add validity to their diagnostic qualifications. And because they impress me and I love them. A lot. Their speeches at my wedding were amazing. Their words wrapped around my wedding like a hug.

Where was I?? Oh, flapping. See?

I have so much to say that no one necessarily wants to hear. I say necessarily because maybe someone wants to hear some of it... I like the way I think (about most things, although I don't always like how much I think and of course there are some things I'd rather not think about and some things I waste my time thinking about) and I like the way I write. So maybe someone else will too? Or perhaps, simply saying it will be enough. (Doubtful though.)

So now I am at work, and it is almost 7 p.m. and I need to go home and eat and watch Rachel (the wonderful new addition to the lineup) and Keith and Jon and if I am unable to sleep, Steven. I end with Jon because he is funny and otherwise I have nightmares.

Karla just called and is wondering where the heck I am. I am going home now... Rachel (I mean Karla) is waiting.