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Monday, December 6th, 1999 -
So, yesterday I woke up feeling good, like I had slept enough and would be able to get up, take care of my shit, and, most importantly, look the world in the eye. I can not remember the last time I awoke feeling this way, and I must say it was a relief. Maybe it was just waking up and knowing that I had both cereal AND unspoiled milk to eat, and a cold coke for caffeine; I hate wondering what or where I'm going to get my first food of the day, and it slows me down.

I did laundry, then came back and started cleaning my room. It was quite a pit of old newspapers, magazines, books and other various papers (letters, stuff I printed out from the web, etc). I find it ironic that I can keep my stuff at work completely organized, but at home it gets out of control very easily. Of course, I get paid to do it at work, and I deal with it everyday, so it makes sense, I suppose.

Not too much to tell you today, really. I'm very much looking forward to the Northern California Diarist meeting next Sunday. Most of these people I don't know at all - I've been frantically reading "about me" sections of their journals until I'm totally confused. But I love watching social interactions, escpecially in these situations where people have met, but only through the web. It's such a recent phenomenon, online friendships and relationships and such. One of the first questions I get asked when I meet new people is, "Do you have an online presence?". I find it facinating that we can exist completely outside our physical selves like this. It'll be neat to see how everyone's online presence matches up to their "real life" one.

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