Back to Work

Ah yes, I was back at work today. My five classes went really well. Here's the link to the new sample website I made for them, which links me to history through my tattoos.

Last night I reached my goal of copying over all the old dland entries from my first year (2002, October through December) and last year (I had the first three months of 2007 to finish.) So now I only have four years (!) to go, or something like about a thousand entries. That oughta keep me out of trouble for a while.

I'm feeling all tense this afternoon, and I can't even identify why so I can try to work it out. Maybe it's the rain, and the cold; I don't know. I had to put the heat back on when I got home, and I got my feet all wet getting in and out of the car and such. I may be nervous about getting K's car tomorrow, because I always anticipate disaster. I don't know. I would like that knot in my stomach to go away now, please.

Ach, I just remembered I don't have a lottery ticket for tonight, and how am I going to win if I don't have a ticket? I know that money doesn't buy happiness, but it sure would take some of the pressure off, y'know?

So I guess that's it. I've got a load of laundry to get from the basement and put away, and I really wanted this pizza I had in the freezer so I sort of ate dinner at 4:15, which wasn't too smart, since now it's almost 5 and I'd really like to eat dinner again. A dilemma. On the other hand, I'd be happy to pick out tomorrow's clothes and set up the coffee maker now, and go to sleep for the night. It's not that I'm tired, particularly, just bored, and tense. I really wish I knew what the hell that was. No reason for it that I can see.

Oh well.

WATCHING THE GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #1740

VaCaDay 5

It was a very random day.

I woke up to an absolutely dreadful smell coming from the kitchen. It took some hunting to detect that its source was the refrigerator -- after I'd emptied the compost bucket and cleaned it with boiling water -- and then I scrubbed out the inside of the fridge. No luck. Turns out it was some garlic-heavy food that the Hubs had made last night for tonight's dinner. It was just a bit overpowering.

What took up most of my day was copying over old diary entries, now that I have a rhythm going. I did fifty, maybe, maybe more. The interesting part of doing this is reading the old entries. Although I only have a few more to go and then 2007 is finished, I decided to work on 2002, and I only have a few of those left, too. These were my first diary entries, since I started in October, 2002, and wasn't very good about the every day thing then. Some of it is startling, but not in a bad way; my father was still alive then and so of course I referred to him, to talking to him, and so on. The whole process (the copying over, not diary-keeping in general, although that too) has become a little addictive. I'll probably do more tomorrow, if I get the chance, but I think I'm finished for tonight.

We actually put down a deposit on a car for K today, although we'll be looking more tomorrow. Her current car, a 1995 Chevy Cavalier with a dented in front fender, has now lost its air conditioning, which will cost maybe $800 to fix. No point in putting that much money in that old a car. (Over 110k miles on it.) We're looking for a decent used car that we can finance through the dealer, and we have one now (a Toyota), but we're going to look at Hondas tomorrow, and then go to her crazy college (see yesterday's entry) and then it's new tattoo time for me!

I'm going to read a bit now, I think. A Thousand Splendid Suns. Depressing, but very good.

WATCHING MASH :: ENTRY #1736

VaCaDay 4

Yeah, Earth Day, whatever. I have a problem with any of these days that are designated as special days when we're supposed to do what we're actually supposed to be doing every day. You have now seen my Daily Moment of Cynicism.

If you are one of the folk who pick me up via RSS feed, I apologize for swamping your reader with entries. I decided this morning that since I had nothing else to do, I would copy over some entries from the old dland diary site. I mark these with "Copied from diaryland" as the first line, so if you see that in the RSS feed, it's an old entry. I'm currently finishing up March, 2007 and will move into February next. More on that in a moment.

It was a slow morning today; I woke up with a headache that I'd had since about three a.m. but hadn't gotten up to take some Tylenol until 4:30. I still had it when I finally got up around 7:30, and still have it now, a little. So I've been taking the day slowly. My only real goal was to be up and dressed in time for my therapy appointment, which was at noon, but I ended up with some time to kill, hence the diary moving.

I like this therapist very much. Today we discussed just a few entry-level sort of things to do when stressed. Among other things, she gave me my own personal little can of Pla-Doh, more to focus on when I'm trying to do other calming things than to play with. She only had a few colors in the bag and I picked the black one because I've never seen black Pla-Doh before, but I'm sure that means something.

Anyway, one of the strategies we discussed was distraction, and I realized that copying over old diary entries is a helluva good one. Not that I'm stressed today; I'm not, but when I am, hey, I've got over four years of entries to move over, so I should have plenty of distraction available to me for a long time.

So the week is drifting along, as it should, and the weather is remarkable out there. Later, when K gets home, we may take R's old bicycle in to the shop to be cleaned up and tuned up so that K can do some riding in addition to her walking. (Hey, I guess I could do that too; I always loved bicycling. There's a thought.) Anyway, R has no room for at this point, so someone might as well get use out of it. It's just a matter of lifting it off the garage wall and getting it into my car; it's not heavy. No other plans for today. Oh yeah, I have laundry to put away, but that's not really a plan.

On Thursday, pre-tattoo, we need to make a visit to the bursar's office at that goofy college she goes to. Get this: they have not charged us for this semester's tuition. Assuming they would, I sent in a payment, but they sent us a refund. Her account still shows no balance. Now, this would be great if it's real, but I'm thinking they'll keep telling us there's no charge for this semester, why?, but then they'll hold her diploma, or worse, cancel her registration for student teaching and claim we owe all this money. Which we do and we know it, we just can't get them to take our payment. How weird is that?

Okay, I'm off to fold laundry or copy over more diary entries. One or 'tother.

WATCHING L/O :: ENTRY #1735

I'm Really Sorry, Guys

First, I was moving over a couple of weeks' worth of entries from dland to here, so if you're using a reader and getting the RSS feed, they all show up as new entries. But they're not, they're old entries. This is my only actual new entry of the day.

Second, of all the entries I moved, the one I forgot to put the right date on right away was the entry I wrote a couple of hours after Q died, which actually happened in late April. So for an hour or so, it looked like that was today's entry. For those of you who sent your sympathies, thank you; they are no less appreciated even though some time has passed. For those of you who knew this was a past event, you probably thought I was crazy, but no, just careless. It's all fixed now.

Unfortunately, I guess this will happen whenever I copy entries over. It was not a terrible procedure, just a little time-consuming, and I decided to do it from now back, instead of starting at the beginning. (Although I did do my first few entries last weekend, when I figured out how to do it.) So now I'm good back through about the middle of this past April.

In today's news, happy father's day to those to whom it applies. My husband spent the entire day working in the backyard, and didn't come in until it was almost time for us to leave for R's and then from there, for dinner. I had no idea what time we were going to go, if he had called his father anywhere in there (he hadn't; we called him before we went out), or what. I didn't even get to wish him a happy father's day until he came in around noon or so. What can I say. He is a strange guy.

The countdown resumes tomorrow for the end of the school year. Can't come too soon for me.

watching Reba :: entry #1499

SEVEN! Sort Of.

So school ends in seven days, although I won't be there tomorrow and I have to go in on the 8th day. Just so we're all clear on that. But here's the laugh. This workshop I'm going to tomorrow (which is actually two workshops, a morning and an afternoon) is something I signed up for months ago. The idea is to find workshops that are a) easy to get to, b) don't take up too much of your own time (say, in an evening), c) cheap enough for the district to be willing to let you go and pay you back for it, and d) on a topic that is somehow related to what you do, because, duh, they won't send you to one if they can't see a connection. I had already forgotten what I signed up for, although I knew it was vaguely computer or Internet related. So I checked my paperwork today, and this is what I'm going to learn:

Blog Workshop: Become a Part of Web 2.0 - in which we will create a blog

and

RSS - in which we will learn to manage information through RSS readers.

Hmmm.

There's more, and I'm sure some stuff I can learn, especially more details about the whole RSS thing (which I will share with you all), but I'm pretty sure I could teach the class on how to start a blog. But hey, you never know where you're going to pick up something useful. What I want to learn to do at this point, and I think I mentioned it the other day, is create a tag cloud, but I doubt I'll get anything on that. Actually, I think all I have to do is tinker with the HTML in that part of my template and take out what makes it a bulletted list. It wouldn't be the totally cool kind of tag cloud, where some words are bigger than others, but it wouldn't be a ten-inch long honking giant list, either.

In other news, I'm stuffed, but I'll bore you with the details at Meals Included, should anyone care. Please do not feel compelled to care, or even read. I should have called that site TMI 24/7. You get the picture.

I think tonight is going to be the last time I post an "update", as it were, at dland, to make my name turn red. From now on, please sign up for my Google Group or bookmark me or whatever you need to do, but if you visit here regularly, or from time to time, please don't forget about me! I'll post a link there to here, but I'm not going to try to put a ... oh, a thingy, I just lost the word, you know, that automatically sends you over here ... because I still link to some of my old entries there, and if I did that, put it in the template, there would be no way ever to see those old entries ... okay, I'm stumbling over myself now, but you get it.

Busy day at work today. But I think K's done subbing for the year; tomorrow is the last day of classes at the high school, and then four days of finals. Even if anyone is out, she's not at the top of the list of subs to be called. She didn't get a call today, and I missed her at lunch.

Oh, voodoo, Roseanne Roseannadanna was a character played by Gilda Radner on Saturday Night Live in the 70's. She was part of their Weekend Update fake news segment, and did "feature" stories in which she whined endlessly about something or other, and often finished with the tagline "It's always something."

Keeping my fingers crossed for more than two hours of sleep tonight ...


watching The Simpsons :: entry #1494

EIGHT! Or Not.

So, to start with ...

I'm preparing myself to copy over at least some of my archives. It seemed the logical thing to do to make sure that I had this diary set up the way I wanted it to be before I did that. One of my problems is that I always put in that little thing about what I'm watching on TV and what number entry this is (because I'm OCD like that), and the other is Labels. Tags, they're called in a lot of other places.

I like the idea of the labels. But the only place to put them here on blogspot is, reasonably enough, the Labels field, and I was using that for my TV/entry #. So I took about an hour and a half last night and tidied that all up and got it set the way I want it. I wish I could put a tag cloud at the bottom of my page, because those are cool, and maybe there's a widget that'll do it -- I'll have to search -- but for now, there's a list.

I figured out that I would have to copy over 20 entries from dland every day all summer to get them all done. Hmmm. Thinking, thinking.

---

So, eight! days to go. But not really. Today was simply a day of insanity, all of it having to do with this new library software. Altogether, I was at my desk in the high school for a little over an hour; all the other time was either at a meeting at the central office or it was my lunch period. We were on speaker phone with the representative of the software company, who kept saying things like "And then our next meeting, via Microsoft Live-Something or other, will be on Friday, from 1 to 4" and "We'll be conferencing with you on Monday, in two 90 minute sessions," and so on. And, it seems, on the first day of vacation. But I only have to be there for an hour or so in the morning, which I guess isn't a big deal, but come on! It's as if these people don't know we actually have other jobs here that we're doing. I was waiting for her to schedule a meeting for next Thursday evening -- they're on Central Time -- during graduation.

So in a sense, I'm back up to Nine!, but I'm still counting it as Eight! because I do have most of that last day off, and if I don't have to be there until 9.00, I can get a start on my summer sleep schedule. And the following week, we have two day-long training sessions with these people, live and in person, and they told us today that each one is a 7 hour session, plus an hour lunch. Long days, but we get paid extra for that, since it's a summer workshop for us. I wonder how much that is? Hey, I'll check my contract when I'm finished here; it'll tell me in there.

After the crazy day, I went mall shopping with the Sibs for girly stuff -- we got samples at Sephora, she got mary-jane Crocs -- and then dinner. And now, I just got back from a wake.

I have a good buddy at school who's actually been there longer than I have by a couple of years; I've gone on many class trips with him and so on, and his father passed away after a long, horrible illness. Not cancer. This lovely gentleman had a stroke years ago, before either of my parents died, and then broke a hip, and became a completely different person. He's become violent and hostile, among other things. And it's been years. So he's at peace, finally, and hopefully now his family will be too. And his son, my pal, is having surgery on Friday.

You know what Roseanne Roseannadanna said:



It's always something.


watching Friends :: entry #1493

Someone Stop This Crazy Thing!

Seriously, I need a vacation. Or a day off. With any luck, it'll be Sunday. I can hold on until then.

I fell asleep at work again today. This time, it was around 1.15, and I sat in a chair in the office and didn't even put my head down on the desk. I sat slumped a little and let my head lean forward. I'm getting to be good at this, sleeping upright in a chair. Sheesh.

I think my dland is back, in a manner of speaking, but I'm not posting any real entries there until this is all worked out, if then. I will post a little update thing so that my link turns red on the buddies page, but it may take a day to show up, like my last entry did. But I think it's all there.

And yes, I have two buddies lists on this page. I'm working things out.

Okay, so, enjoyed the play again last night, going tonight. My nephew from California is in, and as always, some kind of turmoil always seems to surround him, although he's always the calm at the center. His new thing is that he got his mother an iPod for Mother's Day/her birthday -- notice I didn't say bought, I'm sure he hooked up a free iPod from somewhere -- and he wants to put my music on it. Since one of the things he's famous for is using other people's stuff and breaking it, at the very least, not leaving it in the condition he found it, this was unsettling, and I told him it wouldn't work, either. If he syncs the new iPod to my computer to get the music, then when he tries to sync it to his mother's computer so she can manage it, it'll ask for my password and want to authorize that computer on my iTunes account. Which is a very bad plan. But no, he only wants to put music on hers and leave it like that and not even put iTunes on her computer. Or something. Whatever. He says "It'll take 20 minutes!" but I think it'll take hours just to decide what music of mine to copy over, since he got her a 4 gig iPod and I have 12 gigs of stuff. See? It's always something with him. But you gotta love him. Or we do, I guess, because he's ours. But it's always something.

K got a new tattoo today, which is very nice, but I don't have a good picture because my camera flashed funny, so I'll have to get her to send me the one I took for her with her camera, which came out great. You remember my whole camera drama with her last month. That worked out, anyway.

The newest hearing aid wrinkle -- I may have mentioned something somewhere yesterday -- is that the big fix did not work and the audiologist asked me to keep a log and he'll get back on it Monday. So I was keeping a log last night and all morning. At some point today, I'm thinking just before or after my little nap at school, the volume got turned up on the hearing aids, to a slightly uncomfortable degree, actually, but the thing is: I think they're working. I think they haven't muted themselves since I turned the volume up. Now, tonight at the play, I'm going to be hearing the actors' heartbeats, but if I don't go all muted, I'll also hear every word of dialogue. So, an interesting development. We shall see what the weekend brings.

Meantime, I feel like I'm pedaling as fast as I can. Still in hyperactive mode (except for when I fall asleep at work, I guess.) Once the play is over tomorrow night, I think I can finally stop, but until then ... pedal, pedal, pedal. So my nephew is coming over tomorrow morning, my in-laws will be stopping by before the play so we can go over there together, which means that I have to clean in the afternoon, or at least, get the giant economy packs of toilet paper and paper towels out of the living room. And find the Boo poo wherever it is. Did I mention that I actually found some in the litter box the other day? But he was just teasing me, because he hasn't done that since.

I feel like I have a year's worth of laundry to do. I have no dishtowels in the kitchen. K washed a load of towels yesterday, but there's a load in the dryer and a load in the laundry basket that may be clean, or maybe not. She's upstairs getting dressed for tonight. It's a challenge, folks, since she's got a freshly inked tattoo on her back. Has to be covered, so the people sitting behind us don't get grossed out, but it's damn hot in that auditorium. Plus she's going to get a million hugs from her cousins and all sorts of people. Maybe she could have waited until next week. But hey, I probably wouldn't have, so who am I to say?

I did break down yesterday and turn the air conditioning on. It was 81 degrees when I got home from the play the night before at 10.30. That means it was over 90 up in K's room. It's comfortable in the house now, anyway. Jeez, I hope it doesn't snow over the weekend.

Okay, okay. The sound of the computer fan is starting to get to me; it's really loud, as is everything else. It rained before, and let me tell you, a scary sound, amplified.

watching Ellen :: entry #1461

Tumbling Along

I posted an entry at dland last night, here, but you probably didn't see it because I posted and then went to sleep, more or less, and only checked to see if it was really there when I got home from school just before, and it wasn't. It is now, and I think, my last one there for a while, until things improve a bit. Let me know.

I am reeeaaally tired. I fell asleep twice at work today. Both times, I went into the library office and put my head down for ten minutes because I just couldn't keep my eyes open. At the moment, I have about two hours before K and I are meeting the Chum for dinner, and I'm going to post this and lay down on the couch.

The play was actually better last night than the first night; I guess the actors pretty much found their rythm. Everybody laughed a lot. Very cool.

Okay, I just wanted to post before I collapse and then get up and go out. I'll try to get some actual information into a post in the near future.

watching Dr. Phil :: entry #1460

Still Trying

(moved over from dland)

Tuesday, a little after 11. Not even remotely sleepy, I'm replaying tonight's Idol results show, but not paying much attention. The play was excellent tonight; the kids -- the actors -- really hit their stride and were a scream.

Had some tense moments, although nothing bad actually happened. My daughter's high school ex showed up, something we've been anxious about, but magically, there were enough people there to surround her and keep him away from her. One in particular, another friend of thiers from high school whom we hadn't seen in years, just showed up to watch the play and immediately made it his job to keep the ex in conversation and away from my kid. Like an angel, we needed him and he was just there. And other fine folk stepped up, too, to keep an eye on things. And now she's safe at home, she's called me from her locked-in apartment, so I could, in theory, go to sleep.

But I'm wiiiiiide awake. And my alarm is going off in ... let's see, six hours. And I'm not even horizontal yet.

O.Kay.

watching Idol :: entry #1459

Just Another Monday

So, I went to work, I'm home. The plumber is coming, so they say, between 3 and 5. Now, these plumbers are amazingly punctual, except for the day a couple of weeks ago when they didn't come at all. Ahem. So, as usual, it's anybody's guess. You know that the workmen of the world have a code red out on me, and they will forget to show up or lose my address or whatever.

Still not sure if the blogarithm thing works. Oh, don't forget to tell me if you need anything changed in my buddy list and blah blah blah and I'm going to attempt to double-post again. You know, my only dland problem is how painfully slow it is, and how lately, when I post an entry it takes a half hour and then it's been posted three times, so I have to go back amidst the slowness to delete the extras. Other than that, I got no problem. I don't host my pictures there, although I used to, and I stopped using their comments because of the spam, so I don't even need the Gold or any kind of paid membership, although I still have it. I'm mostly switching, I think, because I kind of like it better here, I like the way it looks and works. Although I'm not committing myself 100% yet, because if I did that, I wouldn't be me, would I?

Seriously. Have you ever noticed how often I use words like "apparently", "so it seems", "allegedly" and so on? I have. It's as if I can't take a stand on anything, or take the risk, or whatever it is. I'm not changing or anything, I'm just commenting.

I started to get back on the water-drinking thing today after two weeks off it, so I drank two bottles of water and I think I'm going to explode. Not that I haven't been getting rid of it as well, but boy, this is annoying. I also walked this morning at school, although not as long as I wanted to because that was hard, too, after two weeks, and I tried walking outside but it was still just a bit cold. The Other Chai asked me if I want to walk in the park with her after school next week, and I said yes. So that'll be nice, if it comes off.

Oy, my belly hurts. Too much water. I knew that stuff was bad for me.

watching QVC :: entry #004/1456

And Here's the Next Step

Hey, it's a good thing that tinkering around with webpages and blog sites is how I spend an enjoyable day. Some people have hobbies. Or do yard work, god forbid. But this is fun for me.

So I set up an account at something called blogarithm, which will, so it claims, email me whenever one of you updates. If that works, it will replace the red links at dland, but of course, I will miss that page. But there's also no law that says I have to stop going there, so. I've also put a little widget or whatever it is at the bottom of my page, and I think you can put in your email address when I update here and it will notify you. This is a big improvement over the old notify list I tried to do once before, because this doesn't require any input on my part. I would also forget to push the button there, or send the email, or whatever I had to do. This does it by itself. or so it claims.

Here's one of the things I really like about blogger so far: it has an HTML editor built into it. You can write your entry in HTML or in a more WYSIWYG mode, and you can switch back and forth between them. So that saves me a step in posting, since I always write in an HTML editing program (CuteHTML) first.

I like the way the page looks. I may add a picture to the template, but I haven't decided yet what to use. Although I wish I could use lower case in the titles. But I'm over it.

Okay, I'm posting (not double-posting, since this would make no sense over at dland) and then we'll see if I get notified, since I put myself on my own blogarithm list so I'd know if it works.

watching The History Channel :: entry #002

If You Would Be So Kind

I thought I would get a jump on things, since dland has been having its issues, and I'd like someplace to go in case I need to go there, so I've set up an alternate site at blogger. I'm not actually posting anything of substance here, and I don't know when and if I will, but I'm trying to get it set up, and I've put up a list of all the various diaries I read. (It may not be a complete list; it's a work in progress.) Anyway, if you would be so kind as to take a look over there on the right


and glance at the list and if you have no problem being there the way I listed you, then thanks, but if you want me to change your display name or not list you at all or indicate a locked diary or whatever works for you, please leave me a comment either here or at my real diary and let me know, and I'll tinker. I've got bugs to work out, but frankly, Lena jumped over here and her site just looks so good that it inspired me to see what I can do.

The biggest issue I can see so far is missing that buddy list on dland where the links turn red when you've posted, but I guess I don't have to give that up even if I switch. I don't know, it's late and I already took my pills and it's like hours past my bedtime.

Thanks.

WATCHING: Saturday Night Live

Doubly Redundantly Backing Up

Since the general consensus seems to be that dland is about to go belly up, and since I don't host my images there or even have images in my template, I thought it might be time to set myself up someplace else, just in case. So here ya go.

In Brief

[copied from dland]

Shortest of short entries: I am getting majorly spammed in my comments by gross stuff, so I'm shutting comments down to all but d-landers for now. Hoping to get HaloScan set up in a day or so. Real entry in an hour or so, when I finish my pastrami sandwich.


watching Reba :: entry #1426

Two, At Once!

[copied from dland]

As Bullwinkle said. Wanna see me pull a rabbit out of my hat?

Two entries on the same night. The first one, whiny. There's really no other way to say it, no excuses. Whiny whiny whiny.

Now, more than anything, intrigued. As Mr. Spock would say. Really, if I hadn't been raised a television junkie in the 1950s, I'd never have anything to say to anyone.

After my first entry, about an hour and a half ago, I thought I would spend some time reading other people's diaries, or blogs, or whatever they should be called. Here is what I learned:

1. Some people are really really good at this.

2. I am not so very good at this. I'm working on it.

These seem to be the two essential truths. So I checked to see where they got their guestbooks and counters and all those neat little tricks, and I added a guestbook and a counter to my diary and now it looks so cool.

I guess now I should really work on the writing.

I like to write and I have always written. My earliest efforts at communicating with a mass audience and in written form were when I scribbled with crayons in my mother's hardcover Norman Mailer novels. I thought that if I wrote in the book -- literally -- I would be a writer, I would be writing a book.

Fast forward. For a very long time I thought that being a writer had to mean that there were people somewhere reading what I wrote. So when I wrote stories or novels or whatever, and the only people who read them were my husband and my sister, I was pleased with what I wrote, but felt I hadn't quite gotten it.

So about twelve years ago -- hmm, is that when that pesky old brain tumor started growing? -- I decided to write for myself. No reason, except that I wasn't exactly pulling in an audience, and I guess I had to write. I convinced myself that I was just writing everything down (by then, typing everything in) so that I wouldn't forget it all. Remember, somebody was about to drill a hole in my skull and expose my soft little brain to the open air, just to pull out that little lump of annoying nerve tissue, and it occurred to me that maybe I wouldn't remember my stories at all. This way, I guess, I could have read them as if they were new, the same way I would have had to re-read Shakespeare and Steinbeck. Anyway, happy ending, only the tumor got pulled out (along with all the hearing in my right ear), and I did tend to wobble around a bit and walk into walls for a few years, but all in all, thinking and memory remains in ... in ... intact, that's it.

So I've been writing for me, to save what I want to remember, or because I had no other choice but to write. For everything I've written in these last ten or eleven years, I am quite certain that I have no intention of showing any of it to anyone ever. Unless, of course, my therapist twists an arm hard.

And then I started doing this diary thing, for just about a week now. And I have written every day (I think), and I'm writing mostly because I have to. But if I have no intention of showing it to anyone, then why don't I just type it out and save it on my hard drive and password protect the file? Why do I have to keep a diary site, and tinker with the colors and fonts and links and check the code every day to make sure it's just perfectly what I want it to be?

If I don't expect anyone to read it, what the hell do I need a counter and a guestbook for?

Again, who would bother even to care about little insignificant me? Looks like the whole attraction of this project is to see if anyone reads it, cares at all, will notice that I even bother to do this. Considering my previous entry, it would certainly be best if my colleague at work didn't stumble across it.

But I will check my counter and my guestbook and see what happens. How does anyone find anyone else's diary to read, anyway? I'm not even sure how I found the few that I've started to read.

Fascinating. It's like having a penpal who doesn't even know she or he is writing to you. So far ... intriguing. Yes, Spock; intriguing.


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