So yesterday I spent the day writing like a motherfucker, trying to catch up so that I would be able to put up my eighth journalversary entry on the day.

I didn't make it. I did, however, upload thirty-seven entries. Yes, you read that right. And if you are on my notify list, you know perfectly well that I uploaded thirty-seven entries and are thinking seriously about unsubscribing.

Some of them are from the blog, where I wrote them while I was in LA, but I had to put photos on some of them, so it wasn't just flinging them up there. I managed to catch up to the end of April, so it's close to catching up, but it was really late when I finished, and I was tired, and it seemed like a good place to finish.

I wonder when I'll upload the anniversary entry? Hopefully actually in May, but I might had really shot my wad yesterday.

In fact, I spent so much time writing yesterday, that I didn't do anything else to write about. So this entry is over. So for my first entry of my ninth year, it's a little meta and sparse, but hopefully the rest of the year will perk up a bit.

Today's horoscope:
As organized and meticulous as you are, you've probably got your entire day -- and evening -- all planned out. Well, take a deep breath and prepare yourself. The universe has something different in mind.

One year ago today:
And I coughed that cough, then I coughed it again, and the homeless man who was lying on the seat across from us cried, "SARS!" and leapt up and ran from the car.

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