Last Words?

Hard. Worse. (Answer to the question, "How are things?")
Tired. Struggling. (Me)
Like back when I first started blogging, only harder and worser as i get older and more frayed. (what is wrong with "worser"? i taught English... i like it)

But my last vestige of hope lies here, so here I have stumbled breathlessly, and rather than sing the same sad song out of tune with my last wheeze, I have a tangent for you instead. Maybe it'll distract us both:

Wordle. Have you tried it? No? Immediately, you must. Yes, now, unless you want to read first down to my last word. I am too frayed and this computer to pathetic for checking the exact address, but you'll find it; try worldle.net or some such. If you blog, when you get to the site, give it the url of your blog and then go, "Ooooooh. Ahhhhhhhhh." Be a smartypants and capture a screenshot if you can; I would thrill to see it on your blog next time I visit. (btw i am a total junkie right now, reading and starring and rereading and forwarding and reading aloud to my husband the things you write, and i would comment instead of lurk, but see above...)

Also, someone tell me how a tired and struggling, frayed frazzle would most quickly take all the drivel of the last six months and plop it quickly and painlessly into some program/site/something-or-other and push a few buttons and wham out prints a book of sorts just for my own collection of hard cover journals? Or even paper cover? There must be a way to buy your own blog as a book in this age of if-you-can-think-it-you-can-buy-it-online.

Last word.