One of my guilty pleasures in life is reading Craig's List SF Bay Area Missed Connections.

It all started when a friend of mine told met that he found a post about someone wanting to meet him. I told him that he could never be sure that was post was about him. If he answered it, he could be making a total fool out of himself. He said it didn't matter anyway, because the girl who sent it wasn't that cute.

The thought of someone posting on a board, lamenting that they didn't speak some cute person, is romantic to me. Okay, maybe screwily romantic, but romantic nonetheless. I find it intriguing that someone would go out their way to post an add about someone they'd never met, in hopes of meeting them. But people post more than ads about missed connnections on this webpage. There are lists galores, cries for helps, and even erotic stories. Someone was posting very erotic stories a few months ago. To whom these posts were intended, who knows, but they were fun to read.

I even posted myself once, mostly to complain about writing and not having enough time, or some dribble like that. A few people even responded to me, offering advice, sympathy and tips.

So I read Missed Connections daily, secretly hoping someone will post an ad about seeing me and wanting to meet me. I'm not sure I'd ever answer them, but I would greatly appreciate the thought. Or, at least the chance to dream, to wonder if that post is really about me. I'm not a very romantic person; boyfriends have complained about it even. I find most men are way more romantic than I am. It's not that I'm not romantic, I'm just not romantic in an obvious way. If anything, I'm a closet romantic. I'm a little too practical to really be romantic, but I do fantasize and dream like everybody else.

Craig's List Missed Connections is my secret daily dose of fantasy, my escape from reality, a much needed amusement to my day, and sometimes an inspiration for future stories. Romance stories, of course, which of of course I will secretly publish under a different name. I wouldn't want to ruin my image, after all.

Hard at work today. The project, that I've been putting off for a couple of weeks, has to be done. I hate this. The project has been difficult to figure out, only because it involves money. When analyzing clients and how they spend their money, I'm always sure to be very carerful that what I report is absolutely correct, and mistake and audit proof. Clients get very upset if you make a mistake on reporting their spending patterns.

I went to Borders at Stonestown to buy a couple of books on grammar. The grammar thing is bugging me to death, and making me completely paranoid. I'm thinking this is a good thing, even though I hate being paranoid about my writing.

It's warm today outside. Thank god. Yesterday, it was totally freezing. Since I work out in the burbs, I can avoid the dreary foggy weather of San Francisco during the summer. When I get up in the morning, it's foggy. When I get home at night, it's foggy. Not here at work. Here it's sunny and hot and last summer, it even got up to 105 degrees. Much as I love the fog, it is very nice to be in hot weather for the summer.

Okay, that's all. It's back to work. I need to finish this project by Friday.

I'm excited! Football season is starting, and the 49er's are on Monday Night Football. How cool! I'm listening to the game on the radio. Does this mean they're on TV as well? Football is the only good reason I get up very early on Sunday mornings, just so I can watch and listen to Jay Mohr on Fox Sports.

Now if I can only figure out how to get tickets to a couple of 49er home games and who to go with.

I'm tired today. I went to bed at 1 am on Sunday, and woke up still tired this morning. I do this every week. By Sunday night, I'm so wound up from the weekend, that going to bed on a time is next to impossible. There has to be a way to control this very bad habit of mine.

I have a ton of work to do today too, so being tired is really not a good idea. What to do?

I'm still bummed at myself for the book/magazine buying bing I went on this Saturday. I had convinced myself on Friday that I couldn't afford to go see The Pirates of Penzance show on Saturday afternoon. After all, I'd spend way too money this month on my trip to LA. So what do I do? While in Borders at Union Square as I was looking for a specific diet book, I decided to check out the magazine section. This was not a good thing. I found four magazines, three on screenwriting and one on writing, that I absolutely had to have. Then I saw James Redfield's new book, which I hadn't read yet. Of course, I absolutely had to buy his book as well. So my spending free Saturday turned into a $81 buying binge.

If I'd gone to see Pirates, the ticket would have cost $30. I love my rationale for why I do things, don't you?

Honestly, I'm not even sure I needed all those magazines, but I just didn't want to spend the time reading them in the magazine section. Screenwriting magazines are not cheap either, costing about $7 per issue.

Part of me wanted to not buy the Redfield book new, because I know I could get a used copy for cheaper on Half.com. I told myself however, I'd always bought Redfield's books new. It's like a tradition with me. I get so much out of Redfield's books. Whenever I read his books, I freak out because he writes exactly how I've been thinking about issues. No other author has this effect on me. I don't mind paying full price for his book, but the price tag shocked me. I've been buying all my books at half.com in the last year, and I'd forgotten that $25 is the standard price for a hard back book.

Oh well. I'm sure there's some divine reason why I paid full price for a James Redfield book. At least, I hope there is.