Well, I got in some serious trouble with the woman. Maybe she won’t be the woman. ;P I don’t know. Life is a funny thing. I must remain true to myself. That is all I really have.

Marijuana for me.

Let the annals of time show that I would much rather be right next to my girl than across an ocean. When will I see you again?

The weather outside is absolutely gorgeous (although not as much as my Eriko) – where am I? I’m inside moving my logfiles around. Logfiles don’t care what the weather is like, OK?! ;P

Or, rather, a diary entry daily ensures the detailed chronology of my life so that when I have children they can look at it ruefully and lament – “Dad, you were such a DORK!” “Yes,” I will calmly respond. “Unfortunately for you, genetic therapy hasn’t improved enough. You’re dorks too!” Kids. What a thought. I’m 24 now. Twenty four. I am quite happy to have made it this far. I’m very excited for what life has in store for this next year.

where art thou? why does thou eludeth me? what is it thou wisheth me to knoweth? ;P