I'm worried about Eddie of Banter! He hasn't posted, his mailbox is full, where is he and what's he doing? Did he get married while he was in Tulsa with his former fiancee? Was he in an accident either coming and going? Did he really have some horrendous disease and die from it? What?

No more music here. Too much hassle, not enough appreciation. But mostly, I'm getting tired of it and I just don't like the way it sounds anymore. (Joe, don't feel guilty. Unless you really want to...)

This is my favorite picture of Karen and me. It was taken probably in 1990 or thereabouts. I don't know where the vertical stripes came from, but I couldn't get rid of them, tried several different ways. I don't know enough about my scanner or image manipulation yet. Actually, I'm pressing the scanner to the max. The area on the photo is less than one inch square, and I scanned it at 1200 DPI, so I guess it's pretty good, all things considered. I've also had some luck scanning B&W negatives, which surprised me.

I slept all day again, even though I didn't want to. I was up all night and thought I could get up at noon and get some stuff done. Blew that. I woke up about 13:00 and took some pills for a headache I acquired while sleeping and went back to sleep; the pills reinforced the headache, and it is with me still. I don't have headaches often, and I don't like them. Karen says the headache is from sleeping too much and smoking too much. She's probably right. I love her anyway.

I started a project several weeks ago related to smoking. It is an entirely fictional account of a diary kept by a man dying of lung cancer. This is therapeutic, I think; it is based on the knowledge that I have gained from working with and knowing people in this situation. It is very hard to do, therefore it must be good for me. The best medicine tastes really bad, right? This is the only link that I will have for this project:Dying Diary.

This is supposed to be an anonymous deal, and I think that I'll keep it that way.

Back to work tomorrow; once again, I haven't got nearly all of the stuff done that I was going to get done. O'well.

That O'well indicates a bad attitude. I need to do something about that. I keep waiting for someone to come along and kick my ass and get me moving, but it isn't going to happen.