I wrote an entry last night but never published it. This isn’t an unusual occurrence. I have over 90 half-started to fully completed posts that I held back for one reason or the other. Sometimes it’s for the greater good of humanity– like when I stopped myself from hitting the publish button on the entry that described my first trip to the gynecologist. Other times I do it because I am certain I will get a phone call from either my mother or father telling me I am a pig. Heck, there’s one post that I regret publishing– the one where I described a frantic ride home from the Trenton train station in which I had to pee so badly that I considered putting an empty water bottle to a different kind of use. My mother loves to bring that one up…often. I thought it was funny and still do. Some posts sit in limbo because I have no clue how to end them, no cute sentence that ties everything up in a pretty bow. Kinda like this one…