And I was just about to say "it's the morning of a new week, and no-one amuses me".

So thanks. Now, I'm getting back to work reading the rest of the 500 posts of the Natter from the weekend.

But seriously, dudes and dudettes, it's morning. Evil. I need more coffee, I think. I used to be such a good morning person.

Hi Shir - I think I've not spoken to you directly before. So, hi!

And with that, enjoy your day as I end mine. G'night!

Hey Lori, and good night!

Hi Shir!

I just got back from a "Salon of Shame"--people reading excerpts from their diaries from middle and high school (mostly). It was hysterical. We all reallly reallllly loved one girl's reading from 7th grade--she had like, 20 entries that were all about this girl Mary who was *so* cool, and very polite, and "sophisticated, I think because she has an older sister" and had "fixed" hair (we never figured out what that meant). On and on and on about how she wished she and Mary were friends, and how Mary was nice even to people who were ugly! It was so funny. Some of us were clearly gay long before we knew it!

Hey Meara!

That sounds hilarious. How do people find the courage to read those excerpts aloud, in front of other people, not to mention return and read old diary entries to begin with?

I think I have sufficient distance from my diary-keeping days that I could do it. I mean, that ten year old SO isn't me.

Man, sleeping all day is predictably rough on getting to sleep at night.

Oh, I looked at my college diaries, but didn't bring those. It was still too recent and painful (and I'm 30!). I brought a diary from freshman year of high school, but ended up only reading from my 6th grade diary (I was 11, and it was required for a class). Twenty years was sufficient space, I think.

But you obviously got to pick and choose exactly what you were reading--so some people skipped over parts, or didn't read the entries about how their new stepmother was a whore (someone mentioned specifically NOT reading those!), etc etc.

One of my favorite excerpts from the sixth grade diary went something like "Why did I cut my hair? Ugh. It looks awful, and I just know Angie Tarr (who is so stuck up and mean and has to imitate me) will say "Why did you cut your hair, it looks ugly!"

I honestly have almost no memory of that girl, but apparently I disliked her a lot! If it hadn't been a diary for English class, I wonder what else I would've said about those kids!

Those 9 year old and 16 year old and 20 year old aren't today's-me as well, but they are parts of me. And usually, the diary parts are the parts I wanted to keep away from the humanity, for my own 9, 16 and 20 year old sake.

And oh, ita. I hope you'll fall asleep easy and soon.

I had some impassioned journalling in my mid 20s that...no, no more of that. I'm not down with that chick.

Have been swallowed up in Millionaire Matchmaker. Hopefully this will put me to sleep.