Just realized that yesterday marks the one year anniversary of this pseudo-diary.  How exciting.  Going to 

try starting something new by ending with a link to whatever lyrics are on my mind.  As with all new things 

I try, new ideas that sound cool to me at the time, it's likely destined for failure.  

Well, we'll see.  



[wasted early sunday morning]



(much later in the day . . .)



Appropriately enough, I got both tickets to Ireland and a card from Gillian in the mail today.  I've finally got a 

picture of her, hooray!  Even if it is horrible - neither of us look particularly good,

and Gillian is . . . her usual cheery self.  Ha.  



I took the Sex Test at thespark.com.  It told me that I would only have one more lover in the

rest of my life, and that I would love her.  Either I'm not gettin' any for a while, or I'm about to discover who the woman

of my dreams is.  What this, of course, has me wondering, is whether I already know her.  Hmm.