I’m trying to decide exactly how to handle this diary thing.
I have all these spontaneous thoughts that just call out for their own page in this journal, but how do you reconcile fifty pages a day? Of course, if I only enter the REALLY interesting/thought provoking tidbits, I could probably wheedle it down to sixteen or seventeen, but I’m sure you catch my drift.
Why do people write journals as if someone is actually listening. I mean, that last sentence “You catch my drift” implies that I’m captivating enough for people to actually take the time to read.
I feel like that big-haired girl on Felicity. (I think her name is….Felicity) Except I’m not prattling on and on on a tape recorder, I’m typing…more like Doogie Howser, I suppose.
Mmmm. Neil Patrick Harris. He kicked ass as Mark in RENT. Anyhow, I think I spotted some kind of archive action, so I’ll probably sort things by week or something equally brilliant.
I’m discussing my filing strategies with a computer. How sad is that?
Weekly Organic Wonder
The Hunger Site
Martin Luther King Junior Papers Project
World Vision Canada
Internet Movie Database
The Practical Hippie