I thought of a whole lot of things to write about over the weekend. My mom’s birthday was Sunday, and while we were sitting around eating cake she said that I should write more. I can’t remember what spawned it. Maybe I’ve had this site in the back of my mind everywhere I’ve gone for a while.

I think this sort of diary is therapeutic. I feel as if I’ve been less cranky than usual. And I’m a cranky, cranky person. Is it really a result of just writing these thoughts down? Maybe it would be even more therapeutic if I told all of those drivers on my way to work this morning what I thought of them. Nah.

But I thought of a lot of stuff to write over the weekend. I was thinking that I ought to have my tape recorder with me to keep track of it all.

I got this little tape recorder last year to tape some conference I attended for work. The conference sucked, pretty much. They had passable food. It was free. Free is always good.

But I didn’t have my micro-recorder over the weekend. I ordered this Palm thing for a Christmas gift that might have worked out, too. But that hasn’t arrived yet.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I can’t remember a darn thing I was going to write about from the entire weekend. Don’t you just hate that?

I’ve got some ideas now, though. Now, if only I could find a pen…