First Desperate Plea for Comments (Yes, I am a sniveling hack)

Look people, I know you are in here. My stats tell me that folks are coming by and reading this crap, but yet, my comments section is anorexic. This, we cannot have.

Drama whores like me live for feedback--you love me, you hate me, you think I'm off-kilter, I want it all, and a bag of chips.

So click on that little link at the bottom of every post--see it? It says "comments" and seems very friendly, right? SHOW THE LOVE! Make a bitter woman's day. If you can't do it for me, do it for my dog, Cooper. Ain't he cute? And he has to live with me all day while I check in and curse my unpopularity. Cooper would be an alcoholic if he were human, just to drown me out. But he is a dog, and wants peace and quiet. So comment!