1st

Though the day isn't yet over I think I can write my diary entry now and be done with it:

Overslept. Didn't meet my friend, Boris, and ignored all his calls. Didn't call Sophie, since I have no idea what to tell her, time is running out, and, knowing myself, I guess I'm just going to let it all go. Also didn't finish writing my CV, but that is not news.

So what did I do? Good question, reader. woke up at 2 pm. Played some stupid game. read a lot of TVTropes, and then watched Laci (sic) Green. Started this diary. Watched an episode or two of Northern Exposure. Played another stupid game (probably Jade Empire) and went to bed after midnight. The day was completely and utterly wasted.

A new beggining

The pigeon has laid two eggs & is sitting on them.

-- George Orwell, about a day in his life.

This is a tired idea. But I'm trying to start a diary. again. I'll try to stick with it this time. Though It probably won't work. As always, I am the eternal pessimist. This diary isn't written so anyone can read it (though it can be read, and I expect it to be fun to do so some 5-10 years down the line). It's just a place for me to dump my day, as such do not expect explanations, or literary merit. Or literacy for that matter...