I wrote yesterday's entry when I got home but I went to bed before I FTP'd it or did the notification list. I don't know what I was thinking, but I suspect that I wasn't thinking at all.

News of the day: one of our prominent surgeons got arrested last night, basically for running into a parking attendant guy over a parking space at a local athletic event. The guy wasn't hurt but he was pissed off. You just can't always just automatically get what you want, even if you are rich and well-known.

Which makes us poor unknown people feel better about themselves. Is that right? (Not as in correct; I know it's correct!) I don't know, but my mind seems to work that way, and everyone else I know feels the same way about it...

Just for fun, I've been kicking around the idea of what it would take to make a perfect egalitarian world. I think that I've got it figgered out, and I'll let you know when I get it written out. However, it may change forms with the writing... and be something else entirely. I kinda envy people who start out to write something and then write it. I start writing and I'm never really sure where it'll end up or if I really even want to be there!

On another note altogether, I'm already tired of this format for the journal pages. I'm about ready to do some more experimenting... and once again, I have no idea what I'm doing. However, I viewed my site using netscape at 16 colors, and it looks horrible, what you can see of it. I don't really think that I want to write down that far.

I might try some different cellular structures, though. You can manipulate them a lot easier that plain text in a lot of cases, and it would be better than using more graphics. I would like to use fewer graphics, actually, if I could get the right effects...

14:45... Thursday... I have slept for fourteen hours. Pretty much blew this day, haven't I? Lotsa weird dreams, too. I've never been more than mildly curious about my dreams before, but they seem to be getting more interesting. And now that I've said that, I can't remember a one. Ain't that just the way it goes. O'well, at least I remembered that they were interesting. Maybe I need to get a notebook on the headboard again. Last time I tried that, I couldn't decipher the notes...

I'm not sure that I won't just go back to bed right now. Take care of the rest of the day. I just finished smoking the last cigarette in the house, maybe this is a good time to quit. Hell, anytime is a good time to quit, isn't it? No fanfare, no more talking about it, just don't buy any more, don't smoke any more. Maybe it will just be that easy...

19:20 and I just got up again... completely blew the day. Eighteen hours of sleep should keep me running for a couple of days anyway.

Gus showed me a site that lists journals in the order of DOB and includes marital status and location. Interesting. Not a lot of effort was put into finding the details, though, mine was all XXX's. So I wrote with corrections. The gist of the list is to hook lonely single diarists up with others? OK, so it's a matchmaking list, appropriate for Valentine's day, but most of the single diarists seem to be doing OK on their own!

I need to eat something and try to be somewhat productive, like getting my taxes ready to do....