|from my physical journal
||[Mar. 1st, 1999|02:34 am]
from my leatherbound diary:
It's not that I don't like you, diary. It's just that I've been keeping the most god-awful hours. I basically stay up until I'm exhausted and then fall asleep. Were I actually scheduling my sleep, I could then work in the diary writing time.
Now that I am writing, let me take this chance to say that everything is going perty well.