Ah, what a day. To start with, I woke up. O'wait, that's not much different than everybody else in the world, heh. Which might, just maybe, mean that I'm just the same as everyone else in the world, right? No. Wrong. My Mom told me that I was special, and I will maintain that that is nothing but the truth. *Special*. If I wasn't so damned immortal, thay'd put that on my gravestone. Actually, Mom told me no such thing. My Grandma Mildred did, though. And she baked me cherry pies, too. More cherry pies than I ever wanted to eat... but I et 'em anyways. Just to make her happy. Today wasn't too bad at work, although it was busier than yesterday. I was the runner today, but I didn't have to run too hard. Yesterday I was on the console, which is generally the easiest on my legs but hardest on my head. I got home on time, and then Karen and I watched a movie, we've been getting really behind for some reason or another. And now it's pretty late.... But first, I need to congratulate fellow journaller Kymm on her eight years of doing this crazy on-line exposure stuff. O'yeah, my camera didn't get here today, it's stranded in Salina at the fedexpress place, dammit. Yeah! I finally got this sonovabitch offa the bottom of the list... heh, the list? well, I have forgotten to update the list, heh. Anyhoo. Good flick. Made me remember a lot of things that I have forgotten, and a lot of things that I'm ashamed of. Like cheering with the rest of the crowd in the bar when Malcom X got shot, and thinking that it was just plain wrong when Cassius Clay didn't have to get drafted and I did. O'wait, scratch that last. That SOB was just as capable of killing gooks as I was.... In the Mail: On the shelf: