On one hand, I feel compelled to recount these things - why list trivia, and not the grander events? On the other hand, it seems needlessly redundant, for these aren't things I'll ever forget. And on a third hand, this is a blog, not a private journal, and I'm not at all willing to publicly disclose the glorious details that are so fresh in my mind.
On to safer topics. Diana's rather belated party was last night, and that was, of course, a good time. I met her house and we watched one of those oft-mentioned home videos of hers, as well as Daredevil, which struck me as a lousy movie. Not that I have the most complete impression of it, mind you, for... I find myself wandering out of safe territory.
Um... I liked the ice cream cake very much, and Diana has some frightful posters, which wasn't all that surprising.
I guess I should maybe brush my teeth now. Echoes of treat this carefully, for it is no longer wholly your own, and my legs still are not steady beneath me.
posted on Monday, December 22, 2003
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