I can't wait until September, August has been really hard. Of course, days of it were better than any single day this year or any day previously, but there were two long dark tea-times of the souls, and who needs that?

Although, if I only get the good times by going through the bad, then the bad times are absolutely worth it. But haven't I had enough? I hope that I've had enough, that I've been through enough, that I've proved my worthiness, that I deserve happiness.

But of course, everyone deserves happiness, my friends all deserve happiness, this does not mean that one actually gets happiness. And of course, life is many things, life is great joy and great sorrow and everything inbetween. But I would like to look back on my life and see a happiest time. And I want that time to be now.

I keep forgetting to mention two more birthday presents that I got over the past couple of days, The Secret Life of Bees from Eliza, and the DVD of What's Up Doc from a reader named Lori.

I've been reading Bees, which will come as a shock, I'm sure, to everyone who ever gave me a book only to hear from me four years later when I finally read it, but I've heard so much so recently from Eliza and Tracing to put it off, and I love it. And Doc is one of my favourites ever, thank you, Lori!

And since I am currently in the process of cleaning up my room, everything is even messier than usual and I cannot find the box it came in with your name, so I hope that it's right and that your name really is actually Lori.

Next time I have a birthday party in Philly, can somebody please remind me to invite Amanda and Jeff? How I could have forgotten, I don't know, my only explanation is my advanced age. I am 39 now, you know! My memory is leaking rapidly from my ears, clearly.

I'm sorry, Amanda and Jeff! I love you!

I've decided the tattoo that I'm going to get at JournalCon. Elizabeth said that she would clearly have to get another one at JournalCon, since it's a tradition, and since I got my sunflower along with her on a whim, that's my tradition as well. I think that Kate got one too, didn't she? Okay, Kate, don't fight the tide! All will be assimilated!

I have spent my life not getting tattoos having anything to do with real people (I've always said that I'll always love Twin Peaks and Psycho and Iago, so those were safe tats to get), but no matter what happens in my life, Omar has changed my life completely, and it makes sense to commemorate it.

Not with his name, of course. I'll never be that stupid. But with a symbol that also means something else, so that if ever comes a time when I hate him with all of my heart, I won't also have to dig the tat out of my arm with a rusty spoon.

Have I mentioned that I'm definitely going to JournalCon? Because I am! I planned on it all along and I registered a while back, but my problem was that the airfares were ridiculous. I ain't spending more than $400 to go anywhere for three days, not to the moon, not to the bottom of the sea, and certainly not to Texas.

But right before I went to Lancaster, Melissa sent an email saying that prices on Continental had fallen, so I went to Travelocity and there it was, NY to Austin for $271. So I bought it and I'm going!

I must remember to tell my mother that I used her Amex card.

Today's horoscope:
Trouble will come if you continue invoking its name. Let events take their natural course. Many have been paying attention to your requests. Listen to someone that knows what you want.

One year ago today:
I complained because I had no shoes and then I saw a man with no feet. And I said, "But I still don't have any shooooes!"

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