I got a lot more sleep yesterday than the day before, but I still feel just as tired. Maybe the weather is just getting me down...

Or maybe it's something even more evil than the weather... like I'm getting a cold again. It seems like I've had a cold for at least a year now, but that's just because I have a selective memory... I don't remember the days that I feel terrific. Or possibly I don't have any days where I feel terrific... that'd be the same thing, wouldn't it? If you don't remember it, it didn't happen... kinda like the sixties... or was that the seventies?

Strange things happening in the on-line journaling world, people up and quitting. I don't understand it, myself, but there it is. Charles did it first, really, this just stopping 'cause you're done. Since then there have been several more, and several others announcing that when their first year is up they're stopping.

My second year is coming up soon, and I feel like I've hardly begin... but then, I've always been a slow learner. But, just to follow the tempo... I have this announcement to make:

• Nilknarf! and Doug's days and nights will continue until I die; and
• I'm planning on living a long time yet.

I can only make a promise on the first one, though.

It's a weird thought... that a journal would just be over. Personally, I feel that it is a selfish act... like, OK, I'm gonna keep on living my life, but I'm not gonna tell you about it! Followed by that strange phrase, "nanny nanny boo-boo!" Yeah, like, there you are, you suck me into liking you, whoever you are, I look forward every day to reading the weird things that you do and the weird things that you feel and the weird way that you describe things and then Boom! you're gone. I mean, it is just like you died! and that's not hardly fair. It would be fair if you were actually dead, of course, because death is the ultimate in fairness... but you aren't. Nonono, don't get me wrong, I don't want for you to be dead... that's just my idea of fairness, it need not really affect you at all... just tell me up front, I'm gonna do this for a year, then drop your ass off a cliff. I don't care about my readers, this is just an exercise for me me me! Then I would understand.

But there are no rules for online journalers. Nor for the WWW in general. And no real etiquette, either. No, you can pretty much do as you please, come and go as you like. Suck me in, throw me away... just count me as just another hit on that great wheel... let me down easy, drop me like a hot potato, it's all the same.

Well, gee, the real answer would be for me to just quit reading, wouldn't it? Not an option, I'm afraid... I'm hooked. I enjoy being hooked. I enjoy being let down easy, I enjoy being body-slammed. No, you can't get rid of me that easy. I'm in for the long haul, both reading and writing. And there is no dearth of new journals online, either... for every one that leaves, there are at least several to take it's place. And that's well and proper, I guess.

Just so you know, when you go... I'll think about you every little once-in-a-while, but I won't mourn for very long... there's too much stuff to read!

Pretty pud night... I was busy until about 01:30, then it tapered off really fast. I did have a bunch of portables to do in the units, though... lotta really sick people. I'm doing the clock-watching bit now, it's 06:11 and I wanna go home now! Get my four hours of sleep in early, then get my taxes done using Turbotax. I just can't put it off any longer...

Last night, I drove the Caddy to work, since Karen and Kim had blocked my truck in. Then I did something that I haven't done for twenty years... I left the lights on. And of course, the battery was plumb dead when I went to get in it this morning. I am very embarrassed to admit this, but it's all part of journal-keeping... show the bad along with the good, the stupidity along with the genius. Just because there happens to be much more of the former than the latter...