What was the first sentence of each month's first entry in your 2004 LiveJournal?
Right. This post is mostly to just have something out there in the journal, but it's kind of like when someone asks you to say something into the microphone, and the best you can come up with is the completely unoriginal "Test... 1... 2..." or the brilliant "I can't think of anything to say".
I know I should be upset about the situation in Haiti and concerned about the presidential election, but I can't stop thinking about my hair.
As you probably know, there are a number of things you can't sell on eBay, like Congresspersons or animals.
As previously mentioned, I've been cruising rummage and garage sales over the weekends, looking for stuff to sell on eBay for huge profit (results have been mixed).
The journey to JQP's house requires a drive to the Portland Airport, changing planes in Cincinnati, landing in Manchester, NH, a ninety-minute bus ride to the interior, a steamship up the Amazon until it's too shallow, then by canoe to the remote village of Woodstock.
Tuesday night I gave my first Toastmasters speech!
It's RAINING! Damn, it feels good!
Today it happened: A man walks in, looks around and asks: "Is this a book store?"
I believe most of the regular readers of this journal don't live in the Portland area, but you're still invited!
Woke up at 11:45 p.m. last night, and got up to write.
I can sum up last Monday through Friday pretty easily: Woke up way too early, couldn't go back to sleep, Went to work, Tired after dinner, read a bit, Went to bed.