I forgot to tell this story yesterday, but when I got home from work my door was open.

I don't mean my inside door, the door to my apartment, I mean the outside door, the door to the alley. Not only that, but the gate to the street was open. Now, I have to lock my door before I leave, it doesn't close without locking, though I suppose it would stay closed momentarily, so it is within a vague realm of possibility that I was distracted and didn't lock it, but I always close the gate when I leave in the morning, and I always find it open when I get home, because of Katie (or someone) cutting through the yard, but if Katie cut through the yard and she saw my door open, why would she not have closed it? And were all of my cats still in the house?

Fortunately, it being a cold day, the cats stayed in the house, and nothing had been stolen, but I could not figure out why that door was open, and no-one was home but Carolina, the babysitter, who didn't know a thing about my door. And then I forgot about it.

You know how there is always a crazy person on the bus, always some loony braying about rubbish to nobody? Well yesterday that person, the person talking about how poverty was a conspiracy by somebody to do something or other to somebody else (I wasn't paying the strictest of attention), was actually the bus driver himself.

I can only assume that he saw that there was a need and decided to fill it. You get full service for your $1.50 from the MTA.

I gave an interview yesterday! I haven't given an interview for so long, I felt that I was no longer interesting in any way to the press (come back, press, please interview me, I'm awfully interesting! Honest!)

I got an email from this writer for USA Today asking if I wanted to appear in an article about weblogs writing about 9/11, and I decided not to waste my breath correcting him about the whole weblog thing, because no-one but an online journaller gives a shit about the difference between weblogs and online journals, and said yes.

Apparently, he found my journal through the Library of Congress, The September 11th Archive, which I am rather thrilled to discover includes me. If you are not in it, add yourself, guys.

He asked me why I wrote about it, which I thought was an amusing question. What else would I have done? Writing about what happens to me is what I do, the idea of not writing is almost completely foreign.

This is an astonishing entry.

Today's horoscope:
Time to plan a trip to visit family or friends who live far away. Put travel into your calendar.

One year ago today:
"The election is over, we don't know who won, they are counting the votes, but a new President has been elected, we just don't know who it is yet!"

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