How Time Flies. I can't even believe that it's been over 30 days since I touched this journal. Shows you how good I am at this kind of thing, huh? I would like to use the excuse of being in Idaho for a couple of weeks, but I would then have to confess that I had easy access to the web, piggybacking on some unknown neighbors with an open wifi node on my in-laws' block. So no excuses. In fact, I feel extra guilty because I was recently told that my good buddy Tim has been journalling consistently for several years now, making precise notes of his life. How cool would it be to look back and see what you had for lunch three years ago? My grandfather kept a ledger of his expenses and income for his whole life. I've always been fascinated by it -- how much was rent in 1954? What did my mother and her brothers get for Xmas in 1961? It's all there.

So until I come up with a better form of documentation, I suppose sporadic updates on Elmwood Strip will be the most detailed listings of what I've been doing. So far I've had no expenses today. No food, either. And not even a cup of coffee. I must be mad... Time to go get me some...