There are now one hundred and forty journals on Open Pages. Luckily, three of them are in foreign languages, and this monolingual american can ignore those. 140. Of that number, there are perhaps ten that update daily. I like those the best.

I have a need here that is not being fulfilled!

I really get into other people's journals. I love reading about other people's lives. Why do they leave me hanging? I need frequent doses of easy entertainment. Don't they understand that? I tell 'em and tell 'em and tell 'em... they ignore me. My friends, my compadres, my peer group... they ignore me. Do you know how that makes me feel? Like a loser. I don't like to feel like a loser. Write more! dammit! Write more often! I have a need here that is not being fulfilled!

Pretty pathetic, huh.

I have a choice of what to do this morning.

• Go fishing. I've already got permission from Betsy. All I need to do is go.
• Work on the deck. I've gotten really enthusiastic about it, now that I've gotten started. I need to get some more of the benches done, a couple of tables, some railing and then I can install the lights.
• Work (?) on several on-line projects I've got going.Dying Diary needs to be updated. There are a few more things to do on the front page... you know, the endless stuff...

'Til about noon, anyway. Then I need to come home and try to get some more sleep. Work tonight, seven nights, off for twenty-one.

Fun, fun, fun! Let's not forget why we're here!

The worst day fishing is better than the best day working.

A good morning fishing is... a good morning fishing. I didn't catch very many fish, but I did have fun. The wind was blowing so much I shouldn't have been there at all, ninty percent of my time was spent handling the boat instead of fishing.

Next on the schedule: eat something, take a shower, go to bed 'til 18:00 or so. Get up and go to work. I think that this will be all I write today...