They say that what you do the first two weeks in January is what you will do all year long.

Once again, it's going to be a year for being tired and broke.

My apologies to any of you who have been waiting for me to write. Frankly, after December's Holidailies extravaganza, I'm a little beat, journal-wise. I'm feeling better now, thank you very much.

I'm not making any posting promises so far this year. Given that writing and posting each entry takes me a couple hours, I can't promise daily entries until I find ways to cut some corners in the whole process. I'm currently thinking that two or three a week will be the best I can do.

I'd love to be one of those daily writers. My hit count for December was huge, but the sheer number of posts artificially inflated it. Daily posting would keep my usage stats beefy, making me feel all warm inside.

The problem with the usage logs is that they don't give me any real idea of the size of my membership. My notify list has a couple dozen members, and I know there are people like Dave, Jane, and Mark (Zarq!) who read, but never joined the list.

Hey, know what would be cool? Why don't all of you lurkers go over and join the list? Then I'll be all happy and feel loved and I wouldn't have to keep hyping the list. Plus people on the list get the occasional extra tidbit of info, or special greeting, or such. So go join the list.

Later this week, I'll be posting a special entry tentatively (and pompously) called, "The Evolution of an Aspiring Writer", which occurred to me as a result of yet another long-lost friend chewing his way through the woodwork and into the light of the modern day (Hi Bill!).

I am not the same person I was back in high school (of course), and thought it might be interesting to examine some of the ways I've changed. This could be really revealing, a real look into who I am as a person, or it could just be another hurried last afternoon blatherfest. I don't know yet. But you'll get to hear about it right away if you join the notify list.

Thought I'd given up on that, eh?

I'm getting very efficient at work.

Most of the bugs in my working system have been squished dead, so I'm getting more and more done. This is good, because I need this job, and I want to impress the hell out of my bosses. They keep telling me how pleased they are with my work, but 'pleased' doesn't cut it in this economic recession.

I want them so ecstatic with my work that they offer me a full time contract. That they give me a whopping 50 per cent raise just to keep me from being snapped up by someone else. I want four weeks of paid vacation plus weekly back rubs and Toblerone bars.

Sigh.

Dental Update: Saturday night, as I was flossing, a chunk of rock-like substance came out from where I thought I had a broken filling. It's not bigger than a couple milimeters across, but big enough to have wedged itself down in my gums for the past few days. Anyway, I can now chew on both sides of my mouth again. Not sure if it is a filling, or someone slipped some gravel in my popcorn last time we were at the movies.

Mom Rating: 4 out of 5. Mom thinks I blather a lot, although she likes that I floss now. I never used to.

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