I thought I should temper my Clay Aiken obsession.

So what do I do?

I start searching the web for information about Alan Rickman.

Yeah, that's healthy.

But, damn, he is HOT. Hottie hot hot.

Healthy AND mature.

That voice just reduces me to a puddle of gelatinous goo. And the hands and hair don't help much, either.

Here's a conversation I had with Amy yesterday:

ME: What is WRONG with me?

AMY: You just have a rich fantasy life.

This is why she's my best friend. She doesn't judge. She just states the facts, ma'am. I love her ass.

AND HIS.