Where to start, where to stop?

I get a little behind in my journaling, and I suddenly feel lost - how far back do I have to go? Did those days never happen if I don't write about them? I lose so many memories because I don't brand them in my head with words on a page.

I've gotten very far behind on my email. I was slacking when I got sick, and I didn't open my laptop once when I was in the throes of the plague. This morning I downloaded it all: three hundred messages, about half of which are probably spam. Lovely. I need to play with my filters again.

I brought my laptop in today, so we'll see if I can't take a whack at it at lunch or something.

I got paid yesterday, and I'd gotten my tax refund, so I was feeling rich and all that. I had to go deposit a House check, so I decided to wander through the UBookstore. I bought a set of calligraphy pens and some practice paper.

Mom had started Dru and me on calligraphy a ways back, just as an exercise to improve our handwriting. We weren't that good at keeping in practice, but it was something. I think Mom still has the exercise books - I saw them last in Kansas.

It's just pretty, and I like making pretty things.

I also stopped by one of the used music stores and picked up a half-dozen U2 cds. And maybe Nsync's Winter Album. Some days I hate being a completist.

Woo! Survey time!

( Cut for Length and Boredom )