Escape...

I read cheesy romances.  The ones where people meet and fall in love and live happily ever after, with some steamy bits here and there in between.

I like to think that maybe, somewhere, someone has experiences like that.  I like to avoid reality.  I'm pretty lame, I guess, but those books are my getaway.  I need them to keep me sane.  To keep me hopeful.  I need an escape from bills and dirty diapers and drool and hair that may or may not have been brushed in the past two days...

Otherwise, I'd probably go crazy, though some would say I already have.