I slept all night... and then I slept all day. Yup, that's right, eighteen hours of snoozing under my belt. I should feel great... and I do!

And I've gotten great advice on a lot of things the last couple of days, too. Advice on cars to buy, cars not to buy, how to use the URL-minder... lots of things to make my life easier. Although my life is very easy indeed, considering how much I get to sleep!

It has been raining and snowing and sleeting and blowing... when I got up to pee this morning about 08:00 the deck had about an inch of sleet/snow/slush on it. When I finally awoke about 16:30 it was because another thunderstorm was rumbling through. All day long it's been raining. And it is supposed to continue through the weekend. Which blows some of the weekend plans that I had in mind.

Online journaling... seems to present problems for some writers recently. Sage seems to have taken her site down, as a result of some asshole constantly flaming her. This business takes a thick skin, I guess. I have not experienced much of this, thankfully, and I don't know how I would react to overt criticism. I mention overt criticism because I'm really paranoid... every time one of the other journalers mentions something that they don't like about another (un-named) journal, I worry that it's me that they're talking about. When there's talk of a super-journal collection, I'm afraid that I won't be included... I feel slighted when I don't make it in somebody's favorite journals selection list...

And this stuff bothers me for all of... well, probably five minutes or so.

Popularity is not one of my major concerns. There also seems to be a trend towards professionalism in the online journaling world. I am not going to pretend to be more than I am (well, sometimes, maybe) and I certainly don't think that my opinions are more worthy that anyone else's...(well, OK, on some things I'm absolutely right!)... but I'm still doing this for fun. Yeah, I do occasionally take myself seriously. And, yeah, there are some things that I am pretty adamant about. And I don't use my dictionary very much, and I probably use words wrong occasionally, and misspell them frequently. I'm not a professional writer. I'm doing this for fun, dammit!

Any one may stop reading this journal at any time. You not only have my permission, you don't really need it. If my opinions or style of writing or misspellings bother you, by all means, stop reading! If you aren't having fun here, stop reading!

If you want to, you can send me email letting me know why you stopped reading; I would be interested to know. If your criticism is constructive, I may endeavor to change. If it isn't, I may just laugh about it. I might shed a tear, if it really hits home.

But I don't think that you can say anything that will make me stop. I hope that I'm right on this one...